Waking up to the sounds of horns, I crawled out of bed and out onto the balcony. No major incident was occurring, just run of the mill driving which includes an abundance of honking. We would find out very quickly that this is how they communicate while driving. Honking to say, “Hey, I’m nearby.” Or, “You are blocking the way.” Or, “Get moving, I’m coming.” Or, “You idiot, why did you do that?” The volume of the horn honking brought about great discussions on noise pollution with the kids.
We were on the hunt for a supermarket. It was the middle of the afternoon and we had no food or water in our cupboards. With limited Spanish, Jason asked the guard at our apartment for directions to a supermercado.
I imagined blending in as we toured around Lima. There had to be a lot of travellers who came to this great Peruvian city. Well, not in our neighbourhood. With our bright coloured Costco light feather jackets, we stood out like the Michelin man in a colony of black ants. The city was so grey. A light layer of clouds always covered the sun, people were dressed for winter in a lot of black and grey.
As we passed people on the street, they had a solemn look on their faces. Not a lot of smiling seemed to take place in Lima. People stared at us as we passed by and no one said a word to us.
One can only imagine what their thoughts of us were.