The Organisation Of The Organised

Mike update - this morning when we were having breakfast, he looked out at the Plaza San Martin and saw a horse. He said ´We could go horseriding this morning - oh no wait, that´s a police horse.´ Heck, at least it wasn´t a Mountie. Those guys are vicious.

We are spending our last day in Peru in Lima, the slightly smoggy capital city. Since I last blogged, we had a bumpy ride over the Nazca Lines - the pilot would say ´There is a monkey to the left´ before wheeling the plane sharply around and saying 'and, to the right!'. We also got to see some desert sand twisters moving randomly around. After our fun bus crash, the very next day we all got to experience an earth tremor (the earth moved!) and see an ice mummy. In fact, it has been a week of mummies. Apparently grave robbers still operate in Peru - consequently, the graves that we visited, the Chauchilla graveyard, has scattered human remains bleaching in the sun.

Dune buggying was ridiculously fun. It´s like a roller coaster without the height suspension. Also, we sandboarded down impossibly steep slopes. We were all clamouring for 'mas wax por favor' for MAXIMUM speed.

Our tour hath ended and we now have less than three weeks left in South America before I return, yet again, to the sunny shores of Irlanda. I am sweating profusely as I type so am perplexed at the idea of frost and, God forbid, rain. I hear that Ireland sometimes gets that.