Poor Man's Galapagos

Tomorrow morning at 7:00, we'll embark on a boat trip to the nearby Ballestas Islands, also known as the Poor Man's Galapagos. They aren't as distant, as volcanic, or as isolated as the Galapagos, so it's not the same. Nevertheless, it should be fun and enlightening. Afterward, if Pat feels good, we'll pass through the Paracas National Park nearby and swim, fish, screw off, and enjoy the scenery. Apparently there are some remarkable examples of how the 2007 earthquake thrashed the countryside in the park since nobody has restored or changed them.
Besides this expedition, we've been socializing and laying low while Pat heals up. He had a nasty fever and headache that is still persistent. But it's clearing up pretty well due to his being Superman. The night life is pretty cool here. We've seen breakdancing teenagers, street artists, plazas filled with entertainment, faires, and general partying each night. I went clubbing last night with marginal success. The guys here are intimidated by me and the ladies stare at me like a prophet or something. Not the average gringo, I suppose. Tonight, it's hang-out night with the boys, maybe we'll play some cards and listen to Beethoven. We have to get up early in the morning, so it's early to bed without beer.
Lima awaits us after this, which will indubitably be a whole new adventure. The final hurrah, so to speak, until I leave on the 24th. I'm now almost counting the days on one hand! Weird. The conclusion of a 3-month vacation starts now. However, not yet. I'll write about the Ballestas tomorrow and hopefully fill up another album with photos of Pisco and the Poor Man's Galapagos.

Unabatedly,
Brad