Pachamama!

Our next stop of the day were the ruins of Huaca Pucllana in Miraflores. As I mentioned earlier, I was pretty stoked about seeing more hairless dogs since they are kept at all archaeological sites. After neglecting to turn our heads to look the other way twenty feet down the street, we walked all the way around the ruins to finally discover the entrance where we started at. We took an English tour so that I wouldn't force Gabe to translate the bits I didn't understand and also because there were these other Americans (Ohio!) and they seemed pretty entertaining.

The tour left much to be desired. What's interesting about the site is that it is smack dab in the middle of Miraflores/Lima. It was a fairly important ritual site for the Incas but otherwise, there isn't too much to look at. The guide was adamant about pointing out the holes in which archaeologists had discovered various remains and artifacts. But "this is a hole" gets kind of old after a while.

Luckily, we soon ran into the hairless dogs. The mohawk-type hair-do was pretty cool, but they unfortunately lacked the t-shirts that made the previous hairless dog so intriguing. After Gabe almost got spit on by a provoked llama, we hightailed it out of there to grab some dinner and chill by the ocean.



Dinner was a three sole ($.90) tamale from a grocery store. We took them down to one of the parks on the cliffs overlooking the ocean/huge mall built into a cliff. It turns out Gabe used to be a gymnast so he taught me some of his mad skillz. Maybe I'll rethink that career in environmental policy...