Everything up until now had ben no more than a holiday really, and the proper travelling began in style with an emergency dash on Monday morning to the British Consulate in LA to replace my missing passport, just in time in to catch our plane to Lima. The flight was a bit of a nightmare, delayed 3 hours, but not until we'd actually boarded, meaning we were stuck in our seats for nearly 12 hours. The delay also meant we wouldn't arrive in Lima till 3am. Lima isn't supposed to be the safest of cities, so I had organised our airport pick up advance, and we were a bit worried that he wouldn't wait around till then, leaving us stranded. But no, we got off, and there was our guy waving a placard for Amanda
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