Flights & Delirium
Neither Kelly nor I speak Spanish. The few phrases and words I know is enough to get me fed, find a bathroom, and embarrass myself (which happens all too often). So this trip—deep into Latin America—shall be an interesting adventure and cultural exchange, as I will probably find myself using hand gestures and shadow puppetry to communicate. Also, I could not imagine myself taking such a trip without someone to share it with. As long as I’m with Kelly, it does not matter how lost we get in this world. I believe that it is good to have someone you can depend on, but more so it is the shared experiences you receive from traveling that make it all worthwhile.
After our arrival in Bogota, confusion for the first time set in. Columbia’s international airport must observe the concept of controlled chaos. If you have a layover at this airport, just expect to be shuttled by a bus from your plane, to your plane, and to exit terminals, only to reenter them again to board your plane. However disorganized this may appear to the Western mentality, it does somehow work, as we had no issues connecting to our next flight or problems with missing luggage. Just find your gate and follow the flow. Also, if you buy something at the airport on a credit card or bankcard, don’t worry if you get a receipt back saying you spent thousands of dollars. I bought a bottle of water that cost me $1,500, however this is in Columbian currency and is much, much less when converted to U.S. dollars.
We arrived in Lima around 1:30 a.m., and extremely tired, we went straight to the Ramada—fortunately right across the street from the airport—and promptly went to sleep before our morning flight to Cusco. Due to extreme Jetlag and surrounded by foreign voices I found myself in an interesting kind of delirium as I fell off into a deep slumber.