The arrival

20 hours of pure traveling anxiety and I have 8 more for the bus trip from Lima to Trujillo. Its not actually the flying that drives one crazy but the personnel and ¨flight persuit¨ that puts seeds of resentment and hostility into the soul. Upon arriving at the airport for Denver I was pushed through lines where any naive fligher has no hope of making a brief approach. I start by checking in my backpack, forgetting my ticket, finding out that to arrive in Peru without a visa or return ticket would cause imediate deportation and a $1000 fine. Between asking Walt, an unamusable, miserable image of a man, where my luggage ticket was and receiving a short, irritated response that he may or may not have thrown it in the garbage, I realized it was too much to handle for a 5 am episode. I pay for a ticket to Ecuador just in time for Walt to drag is chary leggs back with my luggage ticket. I take off. Chicago. Toronto. Lima. I finally arrive with a quick, unquestioned 90 day Visa of which did not require any return plane ticket of the sorts. I take a 23 year old Georgian under my wing upon hearing that she was to sleep in the airport and take some kind of public transport to her bus the following day. She and I found a gleaming white sign among hundreds saying ¨Stacy VL¨. We walk out assuming our messenger had a vehicle but soon realized we would be taking a taxi with him instead. He shows us the hostel briefly but as it pushed 12:30 and our eyes were heavy with long boarded hours, we slipped into bed knowing Hahn, the dutch messenger, would be buying our bus tickets in the morning. So... I am off now for Trujillo and best be on my way before I miss it.