Headed into Ica for a meal on a strip of hotels that were I the back of beyond and reached down dusty trails lined with hovels and people washing clothes in the water run off channel. It was a meat fest all round and Cas has taken a shine to the yellow sauce which comes out with most meals. I have found a recipe and will try to make some back at home. Great to get out of the sun as the restaurant forecourt was shaded under huge grape vines. We got to Lima around 7pm and it was just a short taxi ride back to Casa De M'Abuela hotel, the one we stayed in two weeks ago when we first arrived. We all feel that we're much more in tune with the whole travelling thing vs. those early few days when we were finding our feet. Ed was starving and I managed to rustle up some bread and butter from the local garage which we toasted in the grill in our room. He was one happy lad after he'd dosed it with marmite.