Mar 28, 2006
So here i was again, Lovely Lima. The annual fogs had set in and the place still wreaked of rotting fish and garbage, yet dispite the unattractiveness of the city I couldnt help but feel as if I was somehow returning home. In total throughout the trip we passed through 3 times totalling to almost an entire month in Lima itself. Why would anybody do this? its hard to discribe the love hate relationship we have developed with the city but it was there and I most certianly felt a lump in my throat leaving for the airport without knowing if ever I would return. Because of the sudden departure of Gus in Cuba, i was left to enjoy the final South American sunset and Cuban Cigar alone. The night before I hit the town with an Italian I meet called Fabio(as you may have assumed), he was cool till he told me all kinds of shit about how the Cuban stamp that should never have been recorded in my passport would result in instant deportation and permanent denial from the States. It goes without saying that the next 24hours were stressfull to say the least, turns out that the guy was full of it, although again i was selected for baggage searching in the states for the 3rd time. I mannaged to finally sell my board in Lima, it was painfull to be finally eyeballing some good waves and have just sold my board for peanuts.