Peru: Part Two.
How the hell am I still functioning?
I've completely lost track of what day it is. I feel like I've been doing this my entire life but I think it only has been a day. I've never been able to sleep on an airplane. It just doesn't feel right to fall asleep while sitting in an uncomfortable chair with your knees jammed into the seat in front of you. And if I do fall asleep I get woken up because the French Canadian lady who is sitting by the window needs to use the bathroom or the stewardess bashes my elbow with the drink cart. So I watch shitty movies and television shows that have only become funny because of my sleep deprivation or fire up the ipod to listen to the Talking Heads.
The last thing you ever want to do after being in transit for 24 hours is deal with foreign Customs. When you are faced with a situation were the officials think you are lying when it comes to the value of the parts you are bringing into the country play dumb. I find it is the easiest way. If you have to a small bribe goes a long way (so I hear). Almost $600 USD later I'm half conscious and waiting for yet another flight. At least this flight is to my final destination Iquitos (well for the time being).
I don't quite know what is going to happen when I land. There were vague plans to meet a Peruvian moto-taxi driver named Alfred at the airport. I also heard a rumbling of meeting up with an engineer but what the final plans were I have no clue. My world phone doesn't work in Peru apparently and my Peruvian cellphone doesn't have minutes on it.
As soon as the plane lands in Iquitos I'm hit with the sticky humid air that can only come from the rainforest. The sun is coming up from behind the forest lining the airport and I can see three of our helicopters are parked on the runway. So at least I know I'm in the right place.
Ten minutes after getting off the plane I'm flying down pot holed roads in the back of a moto-taxi. My eyes feel like they are being rubbed with sandpaper from all the crap flying off the road. This ride almost feels like a video game from the way we are weaving in and out of traffic. When I get to my hotel room the sun is out at full brightness and the birds are squawking.
Iquitos is just waking up but I'm ready for bed.