Stayed at Inka Lodge, in Miraflores, in a room on the roof that felt like a garage - very odd. Followed my mild obsession to find out if the coastal town of Chorillos was any more interesting than Miraflores. Asked the taxi driver to take us somewhere to eat in Chorillos. We knew this was an unusual request for a tourist, but did not expect to be taken to a huge shopping centre.. suspect this was a worried taxi driver's way of fulfilling our request, and keeping us safe. The shopping centre was the most depressing place, and for the first time I was overwhelmed with a longing for home. Partly due to worrying news from home that Helen is terribly ill. Partly due the depressing feeling that everyone was being sold a North American dream of happiness - people were queueing at the bank, presumably for loans, and the tvs and white goods were stacked up to improve people's lives. I know it's understandable that everyone wants to see progress and modern improvements, but after Otavalo, it was somehow a bit sad.. Took a taxi back to Barranco, and went to the lovely Mirador bar, stopping en route for a drink in an old railway carriage which used to be used on one of the many now-defunct railway lines. The carriage was built in England and shipped over in 1820.
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