The park we went to is normally lit up with miniature versions of the Nazca Lines, but sadly not on that occasion. Afterwards we took a stroll laong the promenade to El Parque del Amor and saw a statue of El Beso (The Kiss) before dropping Nuna off and heading to the main strip into Miraflores. There are umpteen restaurants in town, and David directed us to La Lucha which had fantastic burgers and home-made chips. It was pushing 11pm, but David was still game for a night out. He works as a translator from home, and has a lot of free time in the evenings where he often DJs at various clubs and bars in town. We ended up getting a taxi to Jabberwocky, but it was still a little early; like Argentineans, it seems that Peruvians prefer to start the evening as late as possible. We managed about an hour and a half in the club, playing table football(!) and taking in the electronica on the dance floor when other people finally showed up, but I was absolutely exhausted. I fell asleep in the taxi on the way home, and was very happy to crawl into bed when we arrived.
We had a bit of a lie-in, but then had to make our way over to a nearby hotel where I'd booked us in for a cooking class with six other people. The chef, Gonzalo, was fantastic. He spoke near-perfect English, and took the eight of us to a market where we spent a good hour exploring the different stalls. We'd obviously seen our share of markets on the trip, but having a professional chef explain everything we were looking at was brilliant. We got to try a bunch of different fruit, from grenadilla which looks like frogspawn, to guaba - also known as the ice cream fruit - which looks like a massive runner bean until you open it up and it looks like cotton wool wrapped around seeds. You eat the cotton wool - which tastes sweet and a bit like candy floss - and leave everything else. It was very moreish! We also got taken to the offal counter where we were informed about the different organs the locals buy for soups and stews. Not my cup of tea, but after being raised by parents who loved eating lambs' hearts it wasn't too disgusting.
After a recovery morning we walked to La Mar for lunch, a famous ceviche restaurant handily located nearby. It had been recommended to us by a couple of people, and was a little on the pricey side, but the ceviche was fresh and tender. Unfortunately the waitress got our spice levels mixed up so I was given a slightly tingly plate whilst Gilly's almost blew her head off. A shame, but the sweetness of the cocktails took the edge off.
Soon after, we took a taxi to Huaca Pucllana, a huge clay and adobe pyramid dating back almost 2000 years. Its position in the centre of what is essentially the business district of the city made it one of the more unique urban sights we'd visited, and the painfully excavated bricks have retained their individuality, making them look like a huge fossilised bookcase. The guided tour was tough going, since there's zero shade around the site, but if you haven't seen many ruins - especially in the middle of a city - it's worth a look. We also went to the MAC to see what the latest modern art exhibition was like, but it was a little sparse and we got around it in about twenty minutes.
David had recommended we visit the Parque de la Reserva - this is a light and water park which has a number of scheduled shows each evening, ranging from typical colourful fountains to full-on water and laser combinations. We grabbed some chicken from a nearby anticucheria (the speciality is offal, normally heart, but I fancied something a little more palatable). It was run by a genial lady who was one of a dozen genial ladies on a strip outside the park, desperate to snag tourists in with their menus. Ours was great, she even charged my phone for me while we ate. After paying a nominal fee and heading into the park, it wasn't long before a full half hour of light shows kicked off at various places. The laser show in particular was spectacular. Wandering further into the park, we found a water tunnel, and then a labyrinth fountain, where the idea was to get to the centre, dodge the jets and make it back out again without getting wet. It looked a lot easier than it actually was, as I found out when I got soaked five seconds after entering, much to the amusement of two little old ladies who were stood by Gilly, absolutely wetting themselves with laughter. Not water, though. Apparently it's a good venue for weddings too, as we saw a bride - or perhaps someone in costume as a bride? - getting some make-up applied. I hope it was waterproof.
For our final day in Lima, we went to El Rocoto for an all-you-can-eat lunch buffet, and I finally got to try rocoto rellena. I don't think it was as good as it would have been in Arequipa, as it didn't have the level of heat I was expecting, but the food was enjoyable and there was a ton of it. We stuffed ourselves silly, and then waddled to a taxi and took a trip to the Larco museum. In all honesty, I wasn't expecting much from it, since it just struck me as another set of pots. I was wrong. Aside from the beautiful grounds, the museum was excellent - well laid out, fully bilingual exhibits, and some really interesting pieces. It's amazing to think that some of these jars were crafted over a thousand years ago, when you look at the intricacy involved in their sculpture.
Afterwards we walked to Barranco, after stopping at a park halfway to have a nap in the sun. Barranco is the "indie" district of the city, and certainly has a rougher feel to it, but it also feels a lot more interesting than Miraflores, and there's a definite buzz to the nightlife. We sampled some of the wares (namely, pizza and beer) at the Barranco Beer Company over a few hands of cards, and wandered around the plaza and various side streets. If we ever come back to Lima, I would definitely like to stay here for a few nights. Walking back to David's, we stopped at Parque Kennedy, a park which is infamous for being home to literally dozens of stray cats. They turned up about 20 years ago - no-one is quite sure how many, or from where - and now they are everywhere. Some locals come a few times a week to feed and look after them, and take them to the vets where needed to try and limit the population growth. Some residents aren't happy about them, but so far the kitties have been well treated and they're something of a tourist draw now, so I can't expect they'll be going anywhere soon.
Our time in Lima was over, and we had another long 9 hour bus journey to take the following day. We said goodbye to David, Eugenia and Nuna, and got some obligatory Milt photos before hitting the road to Huaraz.