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June 30, 2004Peruvian Sidetrip
Well Mom and I made it to Peru and back with only a few minor trials and tribulations. My sister is doing well, but about ready to conclude her Peace Corps term. All the drama associated with life in Peru stunned my mother. The most dramatic trial during our visit was an e-mail from the U.S. State Department (received by all government officials, including Peace Corp volunteers) two days into the trip. It prohibited ANY and ALL Americans from flying on AeroContinente, the domestically owned and operated Peruvian airline. It turns out that an exec with AeroContinente is one of the top 10 most wanted drug traffickers by U.S. officials. The e-mail stated that any American caught flying on AeroContinente could be fined (or worse) arrested and imprisoned. While we all agreed that there seemed to be good reason for the ban, we were in a sticky situation. We had already flown out to Piura (the north part of Peru, very non-touristy) on AeroContinente... and AeroContinente was the ONLY airline that operated flights back to Lima. Our only other choice was a fourteen hour bus ride from Piura to Lima along very windy and (some) non-paved roads. Once Mom learned that the Peruvians tie their goats to the bottom of the bus while in transit (with the goats making an aweful shrieking noise from the sheer horror of being tied underneath a bus going 55 miles an hour), she decided to take her chances being arrested by U.S. Embassy officials. As a matter of fact, she joked that being "put up" in the Embassy might not be such a bad gig, seeing as some of the restaurants we visited had bug problems, cooking problems, and dirty, one-eyed street beggars that would moan at you until you gave them money. When it came down to it, anything was better than listening to fourteen hours of goat torture, so we took our chances and flew back to Lima on the controversial airline. Of course, since the mandate had just been declared, no one was enforcing the ban, so we lucked out and arrived without event. Comments
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