An afternoon in Lima
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Part 1
I can not pretend to know anything about Lima, the capital of Peru. I stayed at the Jorge Chávez International Airport Holiday Inn for not even twenty four hours. Please do not be at all under the impression that my experience of Lima is typical (or not typical) of Lima.
I arrived late at night and ordered fish and salad and ate it in bed. It was the best hotel food I have ever eaten times a thousand. I woke up and looked out on a parking lot. The sky was gray. I ate eggs and papaya in the Holiday Inn restaurant, which was filled with businessmen from all over the world talking on their phones and couples with matching backpacks not talking to each other. Americans/Canadians who go to Peru tend to be, in my limited observation, mild-mannered, even timid people, with bad fashion. This is a comment so utterly lacking in anything resembling proof I should be embarrassed to written it down yet here it is.