November 28th, 2008 – by: alyssa_ob
that looks like fun
What to do during our seven hour layover? First things first, lets store our luggage and get a game plan. We decided to take a cab to Miraflores, as recommended by Yadi. We were off in search of a ceviche place recommended by the guidebook. The cab took us along the coast, very pretty, and then up to our restaurant. This place didn’t seem to exist so we walked a few blocks to our second choice. It wasn’t open yet so we walked to the coast - or rather the top of the cliff overlooking the coast. We found ourselves in the Love Park with a slightly disturbing statue of a couple making out.
The view of the coast was gorgeous! You could hear the waves washing up on the rocky shore a couple hundred feet or so below us.
We watched some paragliders soaring overhead. Cool. It was warm and sunny but the breeze coming off the ocean felt wonderful. We walked along the path a little and found ourselves at the grassy pad that was paragliding central. We were assaulted by the guides there trying to get you to take a ride. Come on, perfect weather, we haven’t flown in 15 days since there hasn’t been wind, we don’t know how long the weather will last, come on girls… No one was really interested. Come on, where’s your sense of adventure? Steph said she might go if I wanted to go but I could tell she was just trying to be nice. It was $40 US which was pretty reasonable, maybe, gulp, even cheap. So I went for it.
paraglider over coast
I told my guide that I had been skydiving before so this wouldn’t scare me.
“That’s my girl,” he said. Ha ha, this will be fun! I didn’t have to sign anything, just put on a harness and go. So I geared up, hooked up to my guide and we took off running. I suppose most people would be scared to run full speed straight off a cliff but I wasn’t - I had faith in the parachute. I knew the chute was up because I could feel the drag while we were trying to run and let me tell you, it is very awkward trying to run while attached to someone from behind. But it was so awesome! The minute we stepped off the edge we just floated in space, drifting over the grassy slope. We sort of hung there until the chute fully caught the wind and the guide had control of it. That part was sort of uncomfortable - I was hanging by my leg and chest straps. But once we got our lift I scooted up and sat on the big ball seat thing.
coastal highway - from above!
It was so fun! We just flew over the cliff and highway below and city above. We didn’t really go out over the water, I’m guessing maybe you lose the wind if you go too far from the cliff. We soared along the cliff and turned over the city floating above peoples’ homes. It was awesome. We went back over the cliff and did a little crazy controlled stall where you sort of spin and fall and feel like you’re out of control. It was fun. So we did it again. Oh, it was so much fun! Maybe the most exciting 15 minutes of this entire trip! If everyone else hadn’t looked so bored waiting for me I might have gone again. While soaring above the city, the guide and I talked about ceviche and what kind to try. I think he was a little surprised it was our last day in Peru but our first day in Lima.
haven't quite got our lift yet
I’m so glad I went! I love the feeling of flying and this was such an awesome and gorgeous place to be floating above!
Back down on earth again, I was all smiles as we walked back to the ceviche place. Since my stomach didn’t like anything I put in it, I decided not to get ceviche because we had a long plane ride ahead of us. I got a seafood lasagna instead and I didn’t care for it much. I think Steph ate about half of it for me. I tried the ceviche and was surprised at how much I liked it. I really should have gotten that instead. Oh well. Next time.
We took a cab back into Lima to the main plaza.
We had a very chatty cabbie. Since I was the one who asked the price, he assumed I spoke the most Spanish and so directed most of his commentary at me. I pretty much had no idea what he was saying most of the time. He spent much of the drive looking back at us in the rearview mirror talking. I was nervous considering all the swerving and honking driving in the city involves. He was oblivious to it all and chatted away. He called us the “Quattro Amigas Bonita” and then practiced his English: “Four Friends Pretty”. I corrected him, “Four Pretty Friends,” happy that I finally understood something he was telling us. He practiced saying “four pretty friends” for a while before rattling off on some other topic. He asked us if we wanted to set up a ride to the airport but we weren’t sure what time we needed a ride or where we would be. In hindsight, we should have taken him up on his offer.
my feet way up high