Trying to obtain precise directions in Lima is to feel like blood is spurting from your eyes and ears. The only fruit pluckable from such an exercise is ripe vexation.
One day, Carlos asked a man where the bus stop was. The unhelpful man motioned behind him, said "that way," and took off. I thought, What the fuck! The entire fucking city of Lima is fucking "that way." Grrr...
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