So we arrived into Lima after most of the day on another (quite luxurious) bus. We were staying in Miraflores in the same hostel I'd stayed in the first time I was in Lima. We had a wander around and went in search of a highly recommended restaurant in the lonely planet - low and behold the information in the lonely planet was out of date and the restaurant was closed! Anyway we finally got fed and headed back to the hostel for a few quiet drinks. Happy hour struck and we made the most of it. Afterwards Aoidin tried a Pisco sour (remember the horrible pisco shot from Cusco, well if you add a load of lime juice and some raw egg white it becomes lovely……apparently). Then we had some more of the Po10C from Africa (remember how well that worked in Cusco - no neither do we). Then Aoidin walked into a door (I may have had something to do with it - or maybe not who knows?!). Anyway a few more drinks and we were out in Miraflores with our new best friends (mainly the hostel staff). Anyway good times rolled and then it was the next morning and the bad times rolled in. We survived though and Rachel arrived and we even managed to head to a local food market. Then we returned to the hostel for the sad times as Aoidin had to leave LL. She left, we moarned, andthen I got an early night! The next day Rachel and I walked along the beach and just chilled out before heading to get our night bus to Huaraz!