Day one parte dos

Here is the next installment from my journal: Next we head over to the baggage claim to see a regular looking conveyor belt carrying the luggage around. While waiting for our luggage to come around on the very long belt, we get sniff "searched" three times by police dogs. After getting our packages we had to claim them with our baggage claim tags at yet another scary-looking Peruvia guard. The time is 11 pm when we head over to customs, where another fast moving line awaits. We show our documents and customs claim, and get directed to push "the button of decision," basically a big green button that you push- if it lights the pole above you green, you are free to entre the country, but if the lights turn red, then you have to go into the search room, where they x-ray all of your bags and search "random" people. Out of all of us travelers, Joel was the only one who got the green light, the rest of us were subjected to a search and had to try to figure out what the annoyed security guard, who didn't speak English and spoke very fast, wanted. Finally, after finishing customs, we headed out and met Dimas Vivanco and Daniel Pfieffer. We then had to wait for Peter to come through as he was on a later flight that got delayed. So when we where all rejoined in the center of the airport with about 200 peruvian eyes staring at us, Dimas instructs us to wait while he bartered with the taxi's before they saw we were "Gringos." Ten minutes later Dimas returned and beckoned us to follow him. We got to our taxi, and it is a regular sized Volvo style hatchback station-wagon weird thing with four doors. So four of us climb in, and the driver gets in after packing the back with our luggage. However not all of it fits in the back, so we have our laps very full. next thing we know, the driver of the the taxi is motioning and telling us to pile all of our luggage from our laps into Joel, who is riding shot gun. We didn't realize what is happening and tried to say that we were fine, that we were comfortable. But the driver became more insistent, and completely buries Joel in duffels and backpacks. We enjoy the space until the driver starts saying "uno mas, uno mas!" (one more, one more). Then we realize, what was a tight fit with Jacob, Dalton and myself became and impossible game of sitting of each others laps as Daniel tries to squeeze in. The driver had to physically help us push the door closed. We soon figured out that if Jake sat backwards facing us, it worked slightly better. Ten minutes of laughter turned into hysterical laughter when we passed Dimas' car, and say that Emily Marzofka was sitting in the front seat, with Elijah and Peter in the back. After a fifteen minute ride, we arrived at Dimas' house. We were then very promptly told to go into the house and let Dimas and the taxi driver get all of the stuff because it was not super safe in the street at one in the morning. We get settled in, and get introduced to Blanca, Dimas' wife. We chat for an hour or so, drink a "special" drink which turned out to be Coca-cola. After much conversing, and some comprehension, Dimas broke out the guitar and started playing and singing several songs including something having to do with the flower of canola and the National Anthem. After more musical enlightenment and talking we head upstairs to our sleeping quarters. Being two AM, I am very surprised while walking up the stairs to find that I am out side- on the roof. There are two rooms and a Bano on one side of the roof, and an open roof on the other side. We very quickly fall asleep after being instructed to use bottled water even to brush our teeth. This concludes day one, sorry it took so long to post this. But it is finally up. Enjoy and feel free to comment, subscribe, share, etc. . . Gracias! En Cristo, Miguel