Our journey began January 11 at O’Hare airport in Chicago. We enjoyed an eventless flight to Miami -- and it came complete with free, live entertainment from the seat behind us. There was a woman flying who had clearly already had too many cocktails before she boarded. As we flew the friendly skies we were to discover that she had not seen her husband in four days (we suspect that she hadn’t been sober in at least that long), that she was concerned about how she would look when he saw her, because “you know as you get older it is harder and harder to look good” ... she then went on to question, out loud, what her prospects were for “having s-x tonight” -- it is not just that “it is harder for you to look good as you get older”, but it is also more difficult for her husband as he gets older. She then went on to describe ..... I will not go on. We think that she was speaking to a hard of hearing companion in the next seat -- or possibly someone in the next cabin -- who knows but our whole cabin could sure heard her loud and clear.
Our flight from Miami to Lima lasted less than 6 hours and we landed thirty minutes early, at 5 am local time. Time in Lima is the same as the east coast of the US.
All of our bags arrived. I wish I could say the same for the airport transfer “provided for us” by our Cusco and Machu Pichu tour operator. After we cleared customs, our transportation was no where to be found. To compound matters we remembered the warnings of our Peruvian friend about the dangers of getting into the wrong taxi in Lima. A clean cut, enterprising young cab driver offered to take us to our hotel (as he beat down the competition) and we agreed. Thank goodness he was one of the good ones and after a pleasant ride, we arrived at the hotel in one piece.
Even though the tour company failed to pick us up, the hotel did have our reservations. After a refreshing nap and shower the hotel concierge managed to make contact with our tour operator. The tour company called us later to apologize for their error and let us know where and when to meet them. We lost no part of the tour itself.
At the suggestion of the hotel concierge we then walked the two blocks over to the Lima Art Museum, hired a guide, and spent the afternoon with Peruvian art dating from from pre-Columbian to contemporary modern. We saw some incredible things and enjoyed the detailed explanations of the charming young woman who was our guide.