cajero, cupable,, mentiras y surfear
Laura´s blog has a really good description of our encounter with taxis. You should check it out if you are not really concerned about my personal saftey. If you are a parent you might want to consider self censoring before you have nightmares about me getting scammed at one in the morning in a two hour taxi drive around Lima.
Let me just say that we were thankful that our hostel was real clean and safe and that one particular cajero(atm machine) didn´t work when a stranger pushed the buttor for 600 dollars late at night. Our taking driver was definitely cupable(guilty) for our crazy evening because he told us lots of mentiras(lies).
Today we went to the Museo de la Nacion. It had artifacts from all stages of Peru´s history. Laura and I got a lot of idea of places that we wanted to visit all around the country, especially the more remote ruins in the North of Peru.
The most notable part of the day might have been a number of conversations with personas casuales(random people).
We met a man on a terrace overlooking the ocean with family in San Diego. He was pretty willing to talk to us nonstop until a policeman arrived and he ran away because he was illegally selling braclets and metal Macchu Picchu things that had no concievable use. He told us all about everything. He told us all about the corrupt police who would steal his bracelets. Last night the taxi driver had told us about corrupt police when we stopped by a cajero with a police officer next to it and he told us not to use it. We thought that he probably did not have a liscense and wanted to leave before he got in trouble.
As we were walking back to our hostel a young man who had just turned 18 on May 14th said hi to us. He wanted to practice his English because he was going to Detroit to visit his aunt an uncle. He asked for my email address so maybe I will begin to recieve emails from him in broken English. There were people surfing on the beach and we asked him the word for surf because we wern´t really satisfied with the dictionary definition sobre las olas. He said surfear was a good verb. Sounds a little Spanglish to me but I´m not surprised. They also laughed at me because I couldn´t role my r`s. Laura thinks I need to practice but I think it`s impossible. Laura and I decided that we liked talkng to people as long as they wern´t trying to sell us anything or give us information about tourism. A lady who we´d met at the airport and given the name of our hostel called us early our first morning and woke us up. We had no idea who could possibly know the name of our hostel and were upset to be bothered by people selling tourism after not getting to bed until 4 in the morning because of the two and a half hour taxi dis gracia (misadventure).
Let me just say that we were thankful that our hostel was real clean and safe and that one particular cajero(atm machine) didn´t work when a stranger pushed the buttor for 600 dollars late at night. Our taking driver was definitely cupable(guilty) for our crazy evening because he told us lots of mentiras(lies).
Today we went to the Museo de la Nacion. It had artifacts from all stages of Peru´s history. Laura and I got a lot of idea of places that we wanted to visit all around the country, especially the more remote ruins in the North of Peru.
The most notable part of the day might have been a number of conversations with personas casuales(random people).
We met a man on a terrace overlooking the ocean with family in San Diego. He was pretty willing to talk to us nonstop until a policeman arrived and he ran away because he was illegally selling braclets and metal Macchu Picchu things that had no concievable use. He told us all about everything. He told us all about the corrupt police who would steal his bracelets. Last night the taxi driver had told us about corrupt police when we stopped by a cajero with a police officer next to it and he told us not to use it. We thought that he probably did not have a liscense and wanted to leave before he got in trouble.
As we were walking back to our hostel a young man who had just turned 18 on May 14th said hi to us. He wanted to practice his English because he was going to Detroit to visit his aunt an uncle. He asked for my email address so maybe I will begin to recieve emails from him in broken English. There were people surfing on the beach and we asked him the word for surf because we wern´t really satisfied with the dictionary definition sobre las olas. He said surfear was a good verb. Sounds a little Spanglish to me but I´m not surprised. They also laughed at me because I couldn´t role my r`s. Laura thinks I need to practice but I think it`s impossible. Laura and I decided that we liked talkng to people as long as they wern´t trying to sell us anything or give us information about tourism. A lady who we´d met at the airport and given the name of our hostel called us early our first morning and woke us up. We had no idea who could possibly know the name of our hostel and were upset to be bothered by people selling tourism after not getting to bed until 4 in the morning because of the two and a half hour taxi dis gracia (misadventure).
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