Reason #2: Because there is always a bed for a homeless girl

“Stay there, I’m going to ask them this time,” the taxi driver instructed, as we parked outside our fourth hostel in Miraflores, Lima.

I slumped in the back seat. I was so shattered from the overnight bus, I hadn’t thought Peru’s capital would be so full of pre-Christmas travellers.

The driver returned.

“No rooms there,” he said, looking worried.

“What are you going to do?”

“Go to a café, drink a coffee and cry,” I replied flippantly, wondering if my credit card would agree to a night in the Ritz.

“Let’s go to central Lima,” I continued.

“I’ve got an address for a hostel there.”

“Okay, but wait one minute,” the driver said, reaching for his phone.

He hung up a few seconds later and looked serious.

“My wife said that if the next one is also full, you must come and stay at our house.”

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