Hello everyone! I am writing this blog to give loved ones a quick and easy way to get in touch and see that I'm okay! As we speak I am holed up in a ridiculous 5$/night hostal for drunken college aged travelers, it seems. I'm pretty sure the point of this place is to provide a cheap way for British ladies to hook up with exotic French, Welsh, Australian, and Peruvian men. The verdict is still out on that one. I can overhear them now talking about everything but Peru, making fun of other tourists, despite the fact that I'm pretty sure other tourists actually learn more about Peru than they do about the private parts of other travelers. Ah, hostel culture. Did you know if you work at the bar here you can stay for free? Awesome! At least I know what to do if I get into trouble! Kidding, mom. there's a sign in here that says, tourists are real people. So, I need to stop.
On the upside- the roof of this hostal is amazing. It's complete open and buildings in blues, yellows, and reds tower over it. I can see the ocean, a bit, and some awesome graffiti art.
Today a contact I made-- a young professional who migrated from Iquitos after having learned almost fluent English-- took me to ge a cell phone. Apparently, the laws on them have changed somehow? Now you need a national DNI to get the type of phone I want (supposedly). My old phone, alas, did not work anymore!
anyways!
here is the new phone: 971 592 206. the country code is 51. call me if it's an emergency, or email me..! We can also skype. My skype name is jamiemarks (shocking, I know).
note: sometimes to call lima cells one needs to dial a 1. so from home lines-- 0051-1-thenthenumber.
my computer is about to die, so I will edit this later.
a friend, Audrey, is going to come to the hostal at 6 to save me from this madness.
Though, they did have a great dance party last night. Anyone want to come to Peru and dance?
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