Slug bug blue!
No fair, that’s the same one!
Is not!
Is too!
We’re so mature.
But I should probably mention how Amras and I ended up in the back of a taxi playing slug bug to begin with. I hadn’t intended on going on in Lima, I have been once before and the area just outside the port makes me justifiable nervous (Callao is not safe, known fact), and I was thinking that I would just give my IPM to someone and stay in and work on Neverland and continue my Smallville marathon (what are you doing Clark??!?!), however, Amras decided to surprise me and take me out, and with some hemming and hawing (okay not very much) I jumped at it. After all, I’ll go anywhere as long as I have company! And Amras, being a 5’6 guy, can look suitably intimidating, which keeps me from being scared in a location where I don’t speak the language and don’t particularly know the culture.
So off we went. The shuttle ride to the port gate was 25 minutes, because there’s construction in the port, so that in itself was a bit of an adventure; and then of course one gets mobbed by taxi drivers the moment one steps off the gate shuttle.
This was one moment I was exceptionally glad that I did not attempt the excursion alone. You see, ever since my elephant-adventure-turned-frightening-encounter-with –the-Phuket-Taxi-Mafia I have become exceptionally nervous around crowds of aggressive transportation sellers. I let Amras pick the cab – something he has a unfailingly good eye for, and our little trio of the day (us two, plus one other muso) headed toward downtown Lima – where there were many interesting buildings to take pictures of (including one that was blue), and many fuzzy toy llamas, which I did not purchase and think I should get extreme points for not purchasing (cute! Cute and fuzzy!!!).
Of course no one in the entertainment department (with the possible exception of the cast provided they aren’t doing a show) can really go out and stay out – we all have to come back and work for a few hours in the evenings; so we jumped a cab back, put in our evening hours and clocked them out (punch in punch out, some things never change despite the digital age) and then went out again.,
Which is what led to me and Amras playing slug-bug in the back of a cab…because I get nervous in foreign cabs at night (which I think is quite sensible of me), so in order to prevent my knuckles from turning white I started starting out the window.
What’s up?
Shhhh….I’m looking for slug bugs…
Ooooh
This then continued throughout our exploring of Lima over the next day and a half, in between Piscoe sours and photographs and Inka Cola and sneezing as a result of the ever-present Peruvian dust and everything else. And I still say it was not the same blue bug!