Day 15? I'm losing count. I didn't realise how hard it actually is to make sure I update this every day, I know I'm forgetting things aswell, but hey look at me committing to something for once in my life
After a lie in, a shower and 4 bread rolls, Amy and I decided to go for a walk along the coast. It's unbelievably pretty, there's well kept gardens lining the whole cliff front, each with people dressed in official uniforms sweeping the paths and picking up litter, you can immediately tell that it's a rich area. The tour guide later told us that houses along the coast in miraflores sell for $200,000 at the cheapest, and average is $800,000 which is incredibly when you think that the average Peruvian earns $400 a year. The gap between rich and poor is huge, absolutely huge.
We walked to the Inca Markets, with lots of ponchos and scarfs with cool patterns, I didn't get any though because ceebs to carry one all the way to Rio.

After a quick lunch we tried very hard to get a taxi back to the hotel in time for out tour, but it seemed that almost no taxi drivers had heard of Hostal Gemina (even with my amazing Spanish pronunciation) until eventually we just told a driver we'd direct him.

The tour company (Limavision) picked us up from our hotel and took us to Huaka Pucllana, which is an old Incan complex where sacrifices were made, after that we drove through the famous Olive park, where the Spanish brought over and planted over 300 olive trees when they invaded Peru, and I'm sure we drove past some more interesting things but I accidentally fell asleep so I missed most of them.

I jolted awake when we stopped at the historical centre, I'd done this yesterday so I was intrigued to see what was different the time; the first tour guide had spoken a lot about what it's like to be Peruvian and had great local knowledge whereas the second one was more concentrated on making us laugh, they were both good but I think I liked the free guy better.

After learning much the same things in the plaza, like how the cathedral is all mismatched because it has been rebuilt so many times due to earthquakes, with baroque balconies on neoclassical walls (did I write that yesterday? I feel like I did) Then we went to Iglesia San Fransisco, which is an old Catholic Church built by the Spanish back in the day, it's really beautiful inside with a lot of Moorish influence aswell. Underneath the church are catacumens, which are mass burial grounds, containing 25,000 people. These were especially creepy because once the archeologists had counted all the skulls and femurs (the bones that don't really decompose) they arranged them into patterns. I couldn't wait to get out of their if I'm being honest, it was cool to see but it smelled like must and death, also skulls are terrifying because they're constantly smiling at you.

We got back on the bus and drove through miraflores back to our hotel, passing various parks along the way; such as Parque de L'Amore in which a 'longest kiss' competition is held every Valentines Day