I overheard an elderly couple, who sounded like New Zealanders. Getting in the bus to the plane, the elderly lady sat down next to me, so I asked if they were from NZ. No, Australians, but they go to NZ regularly, to visit a relative in Pukerua Bay. Hmmm....guess where my daughter lives? Just what are the chances of this happening?
Lufthansa gave us a meal on the flight, which helped pass the time.
From the air, the land looked very dry.
Because the shuttle taxi called in at several places, it gave us a good look at the city. Our initial impression was it is a big place, a bit dusty, and hot.
We were not sure how our hotel would be, and we were pleasantly surprised to find a spacious room with a posh bathroom.
Out for a walk, and coffee first. Three euros for two cups. Nobody here speaks English....what is wrong with these people? Oops, it is raining, back inside for dinner, eggs, chips, and sausage x two plus a glass of wine for 14 euros. Feeling heavy, a walk around the block is called for. A tour of the Plaza de Epana and a look at a statue of Don Quixote, nice.
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