Before going back to the hotel for a nap we decided to go for a walk along the cliff top to blow away some jet lag and 3 litres of jet fuel cunningly disguised as cocktails. Below us, at the bottom of the cliff, was a 4 lane highway, a stoney beach and the most amazing rollers with plenty of surfers. We strolled along and watched the paragliders until jane verbally pounced on some poor, unsuspecting family who didn't know about her 'would talk to a dead cat in the gutter' reputation so didn't have time to hide. During this time Joe and I started talking to our new best friend, a guy touting knick knacks to tourists like us. Of course, being nice, polite English people we chatted back and before we knew it we both had friendship bands tied round our wrists. It was only when he started rummaging in his bag again and asked Joe what his favourite colour was that I said it was time to move on. Joe and I were quite upset when, despite being our new best friend, he (we were so close that names were no longer necessary) demanded 20 soles for the bands. I paid up and turned to leave to find Tilly and Jane in fits of laughter. I have a feeling we light not hear the last if this incident.
fter a brief nap at the hotel it was time to go exploring and find somewhere to have dinner. Miraflores is a shopping and tourist area and after a short time Tilly found us a nice little bar cafe in a side street. Being completely full from excess eating earlier we decided to keep it light and just have a full cooked meal and a load more cocktails. After another round of Pisco Sours, Joe decided that he really wanted a cocktail that looked like an upside down rocket lolly and would take our waiter about 40 minutes to make. Joe also found a dish described as a beef heart that I reliably informed him was probably a name for a particularly succulent bit of meat, quite probably the tenderest bit of the fillet but alas, I was wrong, the description was correct and it was a sliced up cow heart that was every bit as chewy as you're imagining.