#StuckInPeru

In a wild day full of adrenaline and desperation (mostly others’), on Monday we made it to Lima before all flights stopped at midnight. We’re now set up in a lovely (albeit a bit small in the communal area) apartment with Jack and Heather where we’ve spent the last few days. We all move to a new apartment tomorrow.

Lockdown Peru-style is pretty strict. Can we walk to the beach? No. Can more than one of us leave the apartment at a time? No. Where can the designated one of us go? Shops, banks and pharmacies. Curfew? Yes, from 8 pm. Can you get imprisoned for breaching these rules? Apparently, yes.

Here’s our daily montages of how we pass the time:

Not pictured is making the most of our one-person walk to the shops, hours of scrolling through news updates, rounds of card games, and standing on the balcony if anything remotely interesting happens outside. Oh, and also delicious home-cooked meals and joining in the nightly 8 pm cheering for the front-line workers.

We’re bitterly disappointed that while other governments are making arrangements to get reasonably priced flights authorised to get citizens home, the most UK or Australia have done is point us in the direction of a single absolutely extortionate commercial option of around $5,000-$6,000 per person. It would be nice to get home, but not at that cost. Oh, to be French, Israeli or German right now.

VRPS

[Lima]