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day 19 @ 11:01 pm

once again
Woke Early

but this time
with the Phone ringing...

wake up call
simple..

i did some streatching
-re-organized my things a bit
took a shower
tried to get myself Vital...

the windows were steamed up..
and i loved watching an old man with a pick hacking away at the field
held in by the rock walls..

a beautiful sunny day, yes..

but i didn't go have breakfast this morning
ate nothing..
decided i would fast a few days

had a cup of tea
and off we went
packed into the bus
and onto the airport...

beautiful views of the city
everything rolling past
farm fields
...
there's this old Incan style of farming
where they dug ditches and made platforms..
somehow it stops the plants from getting frosted...
do they plant them in the ditch or the platform?
i would assume the former..

but i was too tired to ask.

when we got to the airport
we got by pretty hassle-free

though none of us were seated by the windows...
and the flight had to land in Cusco before continuing on to Lima

we said good-bye to Walter and Sulema after paying our airport tax
... all of us having given them their tips...
(tips... they get paid.. but all of us gave quite a bit of money for a Tip that culminated in quite a substantial fee...)

and sat
waiting for over an hour..

there were some incredibly cute guys..
and i had got pretty burnt out on taking pictures
.. mostly, in the last few days, i'd be focusing on taking pics of guys..
thinking of sharing them with Gene..

so cute..

anyway
the flight..

i read a lot of "Power of Now"
realizing he'd done a good job of trying to destroy the world and, more so, save it at the same time.

i wondered about friend's relationships

asked
"
how did you choose your partner?

Are you using the relationship to bring yourself to further awareness of yourself?
is your partner?
... what are you using the relationship for?
-- or -- what is it doing for you?
-- or-- what is it doing?
"

then realized that looking at something consciously to attain a goal
was missing the point

so settled back into my sleepiness

we got into Lima
and i felt a little frustrated..

in our Day Room at the hotel
i quickly ran out
to check with Jackie, our day guide
to see what had become of the Stolen Camera deal...

she didn't know anything about it
and said she would have all the answers at the end of the day
... as she told Judy and Poncho when they asked her if they had a room for the night.. seeing that they weren't leaving tomorrow..

so i went up stairs to use the internet: there were four different guys i'd talked with on line that i could potentially meet up with today..

but the internet wasn't working in the hotel
so i went for a walk
for a supermarket
to see if i could find Maca...
but found an internet cafe first..
so sat there
for an hour
answering profile messages on different sites..
sending emails
.. nothing definite had come through

back to the hotel
Jim asked me where i had been..
said he was hungry
let's go eat

i told him i was fasting
he should have eaten at the hotel restaurant..

but we went across the street
and he got a beer
and one of the most beautiful club sandwiches i had ever seen..

i haven't eaten one in years
but when lived with my parents
it was one of my favourites..

this one was with four pieces of white bread..
but had a fried egg on top!

tortured...

i drank Manzanilla (chamomile) tea...

we saw Bob (the 77 year old) go into the wrong hotel across the street
so i ran over to correct him ( easy mistake, it was the same company, same colour building... but across the street and diagonal a bit)

he came over and had a drink (of tea) with us
and told us of his adventures
.. just left the hotel and went walking
went buying
jumped in a taxi
came back..

he showed us the things he bought...
glass and silver sculptures..
a golden llama..

i said it was time for me to go
and walked to a pay phone...
tried calling the two guys i had numbers for
... one didn't speak english at all
and the phone cut us off quicker than i thought it would

i put in another coin
and called the other
who either couldn't hear me well
or couldn't understand my english
loud TV noise in the background
.. the phone disconnected us..

i walked down the block:
we happened to be staying on Avenida 28 de Julio
and four blocks from our hotel
was a gay bath house..

i took a look at it:
inconspicuous

i walked back to the hotel to try and make those phone calls again

the first guy
... didn't connect

the second guy
he explained he had his parents over..

it was sunday, after all.

so i went out
for a walk
up to the Kenedy Park (yeah, from that guy who got shot in Texas)
some market was going on there..
i bought two change purses for 8 soles each
much nicer than the tourist stuff i'd bought already
and cheaper..

then i found a super market
and they only had Maca in pills
and i don't like taking herbs as pills..

so i walked on..
back
down
around
... to the bath house..Collapse )

and back in the hotel
the internet is working now
and i check
what?
i don't know
i'm writing something
and a Brazilian woman turns to me and speaks in Portuguese
then Spanish
asking me if i speak english..

she's amazed that i can type without watching my fingers
she can't get over it
she keeps turning and commenting on it everytime she hears the tapping..

so i respond to some things
then head up to the room
... a half hour before we're meant to leave for the airport at 9pm..
jim is surprised i choose to come back so late..
but what is there to rush for?

i lay down
oil my feet
change my socks..

we head down at 5 to 9
and almost everyone is waiting..
bob and jim and metche are absent...

J&P tell their adventure of needing to get another room
being moved across the street..
wandering around all day
finding a sports bar
showing american football
and serving Nachos and Quesodillas...

i pay the phone bill..
about 2$
then head out to the bus

drama ensues
mistakes from the desk clerk
standard mercury retrograde mishaps
... we don't leave until 9:45
but no worry: the delta flight that everyone (else) is on
has been delayed...

the bus ride is insane
he's going through a million tiny streets
a very different way than we've gone to the airport before..
and we've gone back and forth about 8 times at this point..

but we get there

we all say goodbye to eachother
and Jim and i go to check into our LAN flight..
no hitches..
in fact, our luggage is so light they can put both of us on one person's allowance...

we pay our airport tax
and ..
going through the security checkpoint
they search my bags and find a metal spike with a shaman on the end of it ( i don't know what it should be used for: i bought it for a hair stick)
and declare it a weapon of mass destruction..
i have no choice but to relinquish it..

Ok..

then onward to the waiting lounge...
where we wait for about two hours..

nothing much to report on that..

the large fat lady who i thought was a chubby guy
then realized..
would have taken pictures for Gene..
she looked like a cartoon..

i read "the power of now" for a while
but was too tired to be able to keep up the focus

& airports are all about cruising anyway

the fat guy who's hips roll as he shops with his friend

the old guy with the grey beard
steel grey
tanned skin bald contrast
shoping
pulling at his ear
sleeping

the boarding is called at around 12:40
and
even though we both have two pieces of carry on
it's not an issue..

the girl has to pretend to do the american extra security measures thing
so she looks through my bag..
i do not deign to speak to her
just grunt
and make hand motions

move onto the plane
put away the luggage
sit down

... and i think i'm asleep before the plane takes off
 

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