The limbo before getting to the promised land. Peruvian chronicles. Day 1.

Actually, the first day of my trip to Peru wasn’t precisely in this country but a limbo dance between the air and a couple of airports.

It’s July 3rd 2015. Today, I had my first flight ever, it’s like a rollercoaster but without being upside down (thankfully!). But the nicest thing was seeing the clouds from upside, going through the grey part of them and going back to the neat blue sky. I thought about all the times I’ve seen the sunset, but I never thought of seeing it from above the clouds. It’s just beautiful.

The night came and some stars appeared, though much less than expected, and a while after the lights took all the visual, but they came from the ground. It was the inmense Sao Paulo. My arrival to this city made me care even less for our Brazilian neighbours. They only speak Portuguese and repeat in a really crappy English. Spanish? What for? Just because it’s the language of the rest of the continent? They just don’t care, not even because they are the biggest hub in South America to the rest of the World. I go in search of a can of coke, my head is killing me and wifi is not working, grrrrr.

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I had forgetten about a detail: Brazilian coke sucks.

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It’s about 4 am and I still don’t know which is my boarding gate to Lima, I hope to understand the lady on the speakers. I walk around and around for the hundredth time, almost all the stores are closed and I feel like Tom Hanks in The Terminal.

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As every other place, this is crowded with Asian people.

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I go back to my literature, “Beatles vs. Stones”, a birthday present from my friends. I discovered the Beatles were not such good kids as one would think. All of them but Ringo, of course.————————————————