After once again getting lost in the Bermuda Triangle of Avenida de la Cultura, we finally found the party.
Incredibly when we asked someone waiting at a bus stop if she knew where the address was, we got the answer 'no', we then found that the house was 15 yards away.
I love the local knowledge here.
It was actually a rooftop barbecue in the freezing cold but at least some effort had been made to make something for us.
I spent most of the night chatting to a Canadian Mountaineer about life, the universe and of course Ollanta Humala.
Interestingly we also found out that one of the leaders of the Shining Path used to live in our house.
He is currently serving life so I don't think he will be coming round to pick his post up.