Trip to Peru... Intro

Ok so this is the first installment of a few posts about stories of my trip to Peru. I have been receiving a lot of flack (I don't know how to spell that), that there has been no updates here in a while so here is one!

I guess I'll do this in chronological order just to give you a sense of my experience.

I left Canada 26th of December with final destination Lima, Peru (where I was born...). My flight schedule was Ottawa, Toronto, Atlanta, Lima. Yes 3 planes, 1, 2.5 and 6.5 hours each. A very long day with stop over time. In Toronto I was delayed 1.5 hours because a plane needed repairing and the corridor that you take to walk on the plane wasn't moving (probably because it was frozen!). At the time I didn't think too much of it but later on this had a major impact on my trip.

After getting on the plane in Tdot they had to go through this special de-icing phase before take-off. It was pretty cool I never saw that before but they spray this red and then green liquids to thaw the wings out. Anyways I arrived to Atlanta and had like 20 minutes to make it to my flight to Lima. I had to go pretty fast to make it, I knocked over a couple slow people, old people, women with children but I did make it in time, one of the last passengers.

The flight was long... I sat next to this couple that had been travelling for over 12 hours from Tokyo. They gave me some Japanese coins and had some interesting things to say about the country; I gave them about 35 cents in Canada coins and they were happy.

At about 11:00pm Lima time (which is same as Toronto and Atlanta time), the plane landed and we had to go through about an hour of customs. The first add I saw was about some Peruvian company that uses SAP, pretty cool. Finally get out of customs and go to reclaim the lugguage...

Waiting... waiting... There are all kinds of people that try to reclaim their bags. You have the ones that come and all their stuff is right there and they don't have to wait, I hate them (unless its me!). Ofcourse there are the ones that think every bag is theirs and are constantly checking name tags, flipping over suitcases, having to put them back on the conveyor belt. The funniest ones are the ones that see their bags and are too late to get them and they have to run after them and try to get them before they go back into the suitcase cave. Anyways I didn't have much to do so I was just watching people pick up their lugguage... Ofcourse mine never came...

I made it to the plane in Atlanta but my lugguage didn't. All I had when I got there was the clothes I was wearing and a poorly packed backpack. Brutal.

After talking to the Delta representative I made my way to customs and to greet whoever was waiting for me like 1.5 hours after everyone had already left.

Finally outside after a barrage of people offering you everything from taxi, carrying your bags, hotel, trips to other places I saw my uncle and cousin. We got into the car and made our way home. They enjoyed making fun of the fact that I didn't have anything else besides my backpack...