But seriously, who knew you couldn't get a one-way ticket to Peru? Not me. I was too excited dreaming up-in-the-air possibilities of what to do after completing my position working with the Caciques (..birds, those of the yellow-rumped persuasion). This was a position predetermined to last through mid-December. But trying to cross LAX on LOW fuel had me digging my own hole as I stumbled from one end of that monstrosity to the entire opposite side (with questionable help..). Anyways, the entire night which started in PDX didn't end in Lima, like I saw it doing in my mind's eye. That eye was waaay off.
So, ultimately, thanks to a Brother in Law of the DannyBoy persuasion; it ended with me back in Eugene (notice the surprised looks on our faces above? That's how I felt. Someone did something wrong, but who?) Not on purpose, I hope.
Anyways, the "all knowing" internet seemed to think it was okay for me to buy that ticket to Lima, Peru and keep the way home unknown since I had such dreams of entering Medellin, the City of Flowers, Colombia donde hay una chica rara y bellesa como el otro pedazo que yo tengo aqui.
But, anyways, as per Euge (or Yooj), Real Life had Other Ideas.
So there I was with a ticket that wanted to bring me there but I lacked the ticket that they wanted me to have to ensure I wouldn't stick there (Bird-wise? Dunno how hard it'd be to pull me back out of South America!). Nonetheless, the situation is over and, seeing as how no deep Amazon culture needs to see what the heck an Iphone is (I call mine Majick: Fake Magic). There are far more important things than that, and I believe the most desolate, un-"civilized" tribes already know all of that and more.
Now if I can find a way to finally get there, to the Amazon (with all the most proper of manners, of course, thanks to a strong reprimand by good ol' LAX and employees not entirely keen on helping a desperate girl on the dirty floors wondering what all went so wrong that she suddenly was no longer on her way to Lima in those earliest hours of the morning of Aug. 29th.
So? Shite. But, to learn from this experience, I'm taking life seriously here so that I can see if I can (sooner rather than later) get myself down to South America to see a girl I love and those birds that have already left, as the crow flies, southward.