This is my attempt at cutting a duck neck. The duck here is hard enough to cut, but then they have to give me a neck to try to cut -- we had to ask for a cuchillo de carne (and I still couldn't cut it). And that yellow stuff in the cup is flan... an interesting serving style, but quite tasty. I got up at like 6 a.m., but I went without coffee because I was told there was no bathroom on the three-hour bus ride. We had to wait at the bus station about an hour before getting on our bus, which left about 20 minutes behind schedule. As soon as I got on the bus, I fell asleep, and I would just wake up when the not-so-pleasant smells of Peru would drift through the window. They showed some cheesy French action film that was dubbed in Spanish, so I wasn't very interested. We got to our Hostal, Las Palmeras, which is actually in Puerto Supe (the town next to Barranca). We checked in, put our stuff in our rooms ($10 a night!) and went to lunch at Restaurant Viajero a 1/2 mile down the road (owned by the same family). The family actually lost their daughter, their niece and the niece's friend two Christmases ago when they were hit by a drunk taxi driver. Only their son, who was sitting in the front seat, survived. Meredith was friends with the niece and her friend because they went to Buen Pastor, so that was how we knew where to stay -- the owner recognized Meredith. Anyway, I tried the duck and had some flan, and then we all went to the beach for about two hours. But it was so cold that we put all our clothes back on over our bathing suits after the first hour. We went back to the hotel, showered, and then played some Spanish Pictionary. I only got one word -- mariposa. Oh well. Then we went to bed early (like 9:30), and we all slept really deeply.
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