WEATHER REPORT
And with no ado whatsoever we have a weather report from Big Bear Rubbing Butt, aided and abetted by his lawyer. “Look up.”
(And all those hypersenisitive, politically correct bores can return to the queue for those special discounts mentioned earlier. And if you need to get offended, just wait your turn.)
Strolling in Mira Flores
It’s autumn in Peru. When I arrived last night, driving from the airport I could catch only glimpses of the dark avenues and painted plywood walls everywhere. Just there to keep something out, or my eyes from witnessing the destitute. It was an ominous welcome.
I saw my first banana tree this morning, bananas and all. There are aloe vera trees, palm and date trees lining the boulevards, other tall hardwoods, their fingers splayed reaching out narrowly to the skies.
Lima is 8 million strong – well famished mostly, except for the upper classes who hobnob with tourists and European Peruvians in Mira Flores, a swanky suburb where you can find Yankee style malls and more arrogant bankers. Here the Peruvian women on the streets are trained to beg, borrowing doe-eyed babies for effect.
The swarthy cab drivers are nuts and so buckle up or die. Road rage doesn't seem to exist though, more like threat-driving. Honk honk and then lunge ahead again. Very tricky. It’s gassy as hell, fumes everywhere. Asthmatics are doomed.
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