Lima and a cabbie conundrum

We´ve been chilling out in Lima for the past few days, about 4 blocks from the coast in Miraflores, waiting for a flight that will signal the end of our South American adventures (for now, anyway).

 

We´ll post more "leaving thoughts" later, but I wanted to note down what was possibly the most memorable taxi ride I have taken to date. Its a bit of a you-had-to-be-there thing, but apart from the usual white knuckle ride so common of cab rides here, the very chatty cabbie really had a curious streak which became gradually more and more awkward as the 30-minute trip went on. (Curse you, Lima traffic). He started on benign topics such as my job, age, marital status... but by the end of the trip he had moved on to asking if I would like to take over to drive the taxi, would I like to be his mistress and what kind of birth control do I use!!! I mean, really. Needless to say by the end of the trip I mysteriously ceased to be able to communicate with him in Spanish and repeated the mantra "no comprendo" until I could make a dash to my hostel. Never let it be said that Peruvians don´t make you feel welcomed :)