I spent almost a week of not quite knowing where I was. It makes me feel young. At every intersection there are at least three people I feel like helping across the street. From the window of our hotel room we see, in a pinkish haze, a barely discernable range of mountains. They're not all that far away.
Nothing moves the air.
New York has cleaner air than they have here. At night you see no stars. The hotel looks like it could house the entire Peruvian army. I counted 606 steps from our room to the press room. It's a strange place.