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I am currently in the airport at Lima, counting down the hours until my flight leaves for Chiclayo. For the first time in two months, I find myself without a travel companion…

Kris and I waved goodbye to the mountains of Peru on Sunday morning and caught our flight to Lima. Ok, I didn´t wave…I actually ran to the plane, buried my head in a magazine and left it all behind me without a second glance. Cusco was a great city and I met a lot of incredible people, but I was only too happy to say “hasta lluego” to the pollution, the roosters and the pushy street venders. Once we got to Lima, Kris and I checked into a hostel where I was reunited with cable television. It was a beautiful moment. Later on we took a walk and I felt like I had never been in the city before, despite spending three days with Michelle in the exact same area. Everything looked so much more modern, cleaner and quieter than I remembered. The hostel Kris and I stayed at was quite nice and in a really nice neighbourhood. Of course, we went to McDonald´s first. I ordered one of everything on the menu (ok, not EVERYTHING, but pretty close). Afterwards we walked down to the ocean where Kris was able to set up a surf lesson for the next morning. He has wanted to try surfing for the past year and now was finally his chance. We also found a HUGE department store and I have no idea how Michelle and I had missed it. Had I more room to put things in my luggage I would have gone on a spree, but as it was I already had to send a few things home with Kris that wouldn´t fit in my own luggage. Oh, and did I mention I´m quickly reaching poor status? On our walk back I started to get a headache and by 1:30am I had made best friends with the hostel toilet. I have no idea why I get so sick after flying, but it seems to be a pattern. I don´t know if the change in altitude, despite coming lower this time, is what makes me sick, but it was truly awful. By the time Kris had to leave for his surf lesson, I was still getting sick so he had to go alone. I was truly disappointed that I wouldn´t be able to watch, but was happy that he was able to go. Needless to say, the rest of our day in Lima, and our last day together, was not well spent. I was in bed all day, swallowing back gravol´s and Kris was slightly achy from his surfing adventures. It was a lousy way to spend our last few hours together, but for those who know me well and know the luck I have with sickness, it likely doesn´t surprise you.

Kris left last night around 10pm and I was awfully sad to see him go. He was a good travel partner and I wish that I could have made the trip home with him as I feel more than ready for a hot bath and my own bed. However, four more weeks lay ahead and so this morning I checked out of the hostel and made my way to the airport. My flight leaves in just over an hour and from there a whole new adventure begins.

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