Adiós, Lima

When we were back in Huaraz, Bode said he wanted to go bowling. We told him it had to wait until we got to Lima. He remembered, so we had to deliver.

There’s a nice shopping mall right on the cliff in Miraflores that had just what we needed. It was exactly like every other bowling alley in the world – Brunswick must make a ready-made bowling alley kit.

Our new friends Kirsti and Sanj came along and we all managed to not embarrass ourselves too badly. We had fun, but all agreed that the idea of going bowling seemed more entertaining than actually going bowling.

Walking back along the cliff, we could look down on all the surfers paddling through the floating garbage and brown slime. Lima is probably not one of the top surfing destinations in the world.

In the end, we enjoyed Lima more that we thought we would – we had pretty low expectations coming in. It’s not much different than any other big city in the world – it’s got good parts and bad parts. I think we agreed that we stayed a little longer than we should have, but at least we got to take care of a few things on the list.

Before we left town, we stopped by to see El Maestro – one of the guys from the club who invited us over so he could take a look at our motor. He was pretty sure we had a carb issue and ripped into them as soon as we got there.

Sure enough, he pulled a broken piece out of our left carb choke mechanism. It’s a little shaped rod that sits on top of a diaphragm. We did some asking around and it looks like it’s another part that we just can’t buy down here. Actually, I’m not sure if we could even buy the part back in the U.S.

We should be okay without it while we’re in the desert, as I think it only effects the operation when the engine is cold. Still, if anyone happens to have an old parts-carb laying around and can spare the bits, please let us know – we may end up having a care package sent down here soon.

The Maestro also insisted we add a finned pulley wheel to our alternator to keep it cooler. Why not – can’t hurt.