So, now we are dirty. And I mean DIRTY. All of our clothes are damp and mildew smelling, even those that we left back in Puerto Maldanado. What we were most excited about that morning was the promise of laundry. But we had a few more travel hurdles to jump through first. When we finally reached our hostel in Lima that night it was about 6pm (which feels a lot later after a canoe ride, a hike, a boat ride, a plane ride and a taxi). Our hostel is clean and well decorated (rare in the world of hostels). Eric and Stephanie check into a double and I check into a six bed female dorm. The dorm is empty when I check in and, I'm assuming due to my crossed fingers the whole time, it remains that way until I leave! We are particularly excited about being in Lima because Lealah and Ryan live here and we quickly make plans for lunch and sightseeing the following day. We head out for some comfort food (Pizza Hut!), until we realize Pizza Hut here is not really in our budget and end up at the Peruvian equivalent of Denny's.
The next day was Stephanie's last day, so we put her in charge of making all the decisions. One of her first, was ice cream before lunch (which I totally supported). Unfortunately, this resulted in Eric getting sick and hampered our plans to meet up with Lealah and Ryan (not that they answered the door when we came by anyway – thanks guys). We headed back to the hostel to give Eric a chance to recover and when he felt better we met up with L & R for a late lunch and stroll along the beach side cliffs. Lunch was our first attempt at ceviche, which was not what we were expecting. Although it was quite tasty, it was large strips of fish with onions, not the salsa like stuff we were hoping for. We walked for a while after lunch, watching people bath in fountains and practice falconry. We planned to hang out with L & R that night, but by the time “night” in Lima rolled around the three of us were exhausted and decided to call it an early night.
Stephanie left early the next morning, and the next days were more than a little uninteresting. I was feeling particularly burnt out after all of the quick travel we had been doing over the past couple weeks, and didn't really feel like doing anything (sorry Eric!). We ended up spending most of the next day and a half in our hostel, before jumping on a 27 hour bus to Guayaquil. Guayaquil was a city we had hoped to avoid, or at least only pass through, but since we were taking such a long bus ride, hoping on another right after didn't really seem like an option. Instead, we hailed a taxi and headed to the hostel that we had booked the previous day. Seems like an easy task, right? Not so easy. The taxi driver had little idea where he was going, and a ten minute ride turned into thirty plus as he stopped strangers, made u turns, called the hostel, called the hostel, made u turns... you get the idea. We finally did make it, smack in the center of a cute little neighborhood filled with bars. Bars on windows, bars on storefronts, bars on bars. This, plus advice from Susan (Eric's friend who is living in Ecuador) and warnings in the book, made us feel more than a little unsure about our surroundings. We left as soon as possible to get something to eat, ended up getting some tasty street food and hurried back to our hostel. We did make a quick stop to take a picture of the high security ice cream parlor (a great excuse for a cone).
We left Guayaquil early the next morning and took a bus to a (water) taxi to a (car) taxi before finally pulling into The Sundown Inn in Canoa. Overgrown bushes and chipping paint led Eric and I to be a little concerned that the hostel we planned to stay at might be abandoned. Luckily it's just a little on the rundown side, but its right on the beach and that sounds good to me!