Day 1
Vancouver to Houston to Lima
I woke up this morning at 4:15 am in an air BNB house which the owners had turned into a hotel, renting out 5 rooms and 3 couches in chinatown. Now, en route to Lima that feels like a long time ago. It turns out the second leg of my trip, which I thought was a 4 hour flight, is a 6 hour flight and I messed up the time zones.
Unlike Canadian airlines everything was done in both English and Spanish presumably because we are flying to Lima. The lady beside me is from Lima and has a 3 month old baby. Très meses si. Although she speaks no english and I speak virtually no spanish, I think we have formed a bond. First I held her baby when she put her stuff in the overhead and went to the bathroom, then I borrowed her pen, next I picked up her babies toys off the ground, and get this, she gave me her baby carrots.
I will be landing after 10 hours of flying in about 35 minutes. After watching Liam Neeson's daughter in taken get a taxi to a hotel and then get kidnapped I will definitely be on edge with the whole taxi thing.
About half way through this second flight I started thinking about who would be meeting me when I got off the plane. My family meets me when I fly to Winnipeg, and anywhere else I've gone has been with other people or at least had someone picking me up at the airport.
Subconsciously I just thought someone would be there welcoming me there when I got off. Nope! I actually just decided to go to south america by myself. The US customs guy asked me before I got into Houston how old I was and who I knew in Lima. Then it reminded me that I don't know one person on the entire continent, and I'm just a little 18 year old (almost 19).
I'm sure I will meet some cool friends and get some new insta fans soon. Until then, I will be wandering around Lima trying not to become the next Liam Neeson movie inspiration.
From almost Lima, catching my first glimpses of south american ocean,
Elora
Update: I survived the taxi ordeal
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