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Back in Lima, Peru

I return to Lima

I got out of bed in Boulder, Colorado about 5 AM on 27 February and Geneva drove me to the bus station on Walnut Street. I caught the 9:19, and the driver questioned my age when I confirmed through him that seniors paid $5.50. He accepted when I told him that Hitler was raising hell the year I was born.

Got to the airport at about 7:40, a full half an hour before the arrival of the $25 ride, which would've picked me up at home.

Caught the plane to Atlanta and left there more than an hour late. Turns out that several people hadn't shown up and they had to find their luggage and take it off the plane. Consequently, we arrived in Lima one hour late, at 1 AM.

I was lucky on several counts. I was among the first dozen passengers who passed through Immigration; then stood for about 12 minutes a the wrong baggage station but got a cart and went to the correct one, where I waited for about half an our for my two duffel bags.

Second stroke of luck. When I pushed the button it turned green, which is my cue to leave Customs.

Then, third stroke of luck, when I turned the corner I heard and saw Felix and Rosi. Felix it was who shouted my name, even though we were yet to meet.

Third stroke of luck. Now you don't need to leave the cart inside the terminal, but can push it outside with all your luggage. That is a big improvement.

So, here I am, at the second week after my arrival, still adjusting to being at sea level and the heat. I make it a point never to complain about the heat, because I complain mightily against the cold.

So far, I have gone three times to see my friend Alejandra compete in a program on TV called Desafio & Fama. She is a dancer and has been doing quite well so far.

Here are a few photos that I took of her.