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I had a 10 hour layover in Lima, so I decided to head into town rather than wait it out in the airport. I planned to meet Felipe, a Brazialian UCLA Ph.D. student i met in Cuzco for drinks later.
I killed some time at the trendy and cool Cafe Z.
We had psico sours at Huaringas, which was one of the bars mentioned by the NY Times in this piece.
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