First Stop Peru

Hola from Cuzco, Peru elevation 3326m. Me and Lotta are alive and well in this elevated city in the Andes. The trip really started in the county of Airportia, an expansive country covering every city in the world. We entered into Airportia at 5 a.m. Nebraska time. There is no need for a visa, or vaccination record to enter this country only a health skill to stand in lines, the ability to navigate chaos and of course an absence of all liquids.
Once on the plane we headed for New York. What! a connecting flight in New York that is headed for South America, all in the name of a cheap ticket my friend. So, a four hour layover in New York, then back on the plane to Lima. The long flight to Lima was nothing to look forward to but at least it had the promise of the only two things that I look forward to on these flights 1. a bunch of bad movies that I can look at on my personal entertainment center built right into the seat in front of me and 2.My favorite, free in flight drink, The Bloody Mary. I even had my wife, Lotta, who is not much of an in flight drinker, set up to order a drink that could be savored later. How surprised I was to find no entertainment screen in the seat in front of me. "oh" I said to Lotta "there must me some mistake", as I pawed at the seat hoping that some secret switch would open up my entertainment for the next nine hours. here is a photo of no entertainment. Then they announced with a little snicker that all drinks with booze in them would cost money. I shoot my tiny fists at the airline in rage. My wife did not care in the least and slept like a babe for most of the trip, but those of us with a rather larger fear of the plane crashing, as unwarranted as it may be, had to white knuckle it (even more without my beloved bloody marys to get me through.) Here is a photo of one of the life sustaining wings that I appreciate so much for not falling off.
None the less we touched down in Lima just fine at 10:30 P.M. now we only had to wait until 6 A.M. for our last flight to Cuzco. As, sleeping (or lack of) in an airport gos, it was not too bad. Of course that is on a different scale than other sleeping.
That scale being 1-the worst sleep you have had in your life and 10-you die in your sleep, so the best you can do is still not that great. So, the sleepy couple got up and took our last fight and ended up touching down in Cuzco at 10 A.M. While waiting for our luggage I took a photo of my wife from the back, there was a woman standing next to her. From the back they looked almost identical.
Once we got our backpacks we headed to get a taxi to take us to our hostel. Lotta said "it does not feel like we are in a different country." True words. From Omaha to New York to Lima to Cuzco, they ALL felt like the same place. Once we left the airport it was a little slap in the face that indeed we were in a different place.
And that is it for now, next outing will not dwell on the airport but be filled with interesting insights into the Peruvian lifestyle or pleas for ransom.

P.S. the spell check here with only catch spelling corrections for Spanish words, hence almost every single word I have written comes up as misspelled. So, I had to spell check my self and that can only lead to so-so spelling, so please be forgiving.