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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Pier

Well, I finally took the plunge and went out on the Pacasmayo pier on Sunday. I had kind of been putting that off until I got really bored or had a big group of people that wanted to go out there mainly because you have to pay to walk out on it... That was my big gripe with it. I have never paid to walk out on a pier. That just sounded so strange to me. Anyway Cherry ended up paying the one sole for each of us to go out on the pier and it ended up being a lot more eventful than I could have ever imagined. The entire thing seems to be falling apart. There were missing, rotted or wobbly boards causing for a very uneven and terrifying for some I can imagine walk out to the end. There were even missing railings with a somewhat steep drop off into the ocean. It was your basic pier, people fishing, families congregating for a day out, and couples hand in hand walking the the length of the pier. It was all very picturesque. I of course was off in my own little world taking pictures and completely frustrated because I didn't have my big camera with me, which I'm sure none of the guys understood. They just thought I was mad at them. They keep asking me if I'm angry with them, which I have no ideas as to where that is coming from. I keep telling myself, it is just a different culture, it is just a very different culture down here.

As we are walking down the pier we saw a WHITE MAN!! It is very rare to see another "WHITE" person down here that isn't connected with us so I made eye contact and said hello, assuming he spoke English. I need to remind myself that not all White people are from the United States. That has just been so ingrained into my mind that it is a hard habit to kick. This man ended up running to catch up with me and asking in broken English/ Spanish (I don't really remember which) where I was from. He, the 60 odd man with sparkling white hair was from Scandinavia and was overjoyed to meet me. He kept telling me how interesting I was and that it was just so great to have met me. He ended up telling me all about his friend Jose, whom he was living with down here to start up his new hotel they were in the process of building. He began telling me about Jose, who was fluent in 4 or 5 languages, plays the harp, guitar, and the flute, which the Scandinavian man kept mispronouncing and told me that I must meet Jose because he would be interested in playing some music for the kids at our school. I along with Cherry and most of the guys from bible study ventured into this future hotel to meet Jose. Traveling up to the third floor, my mind completely embraces this entire experience, loving how traveling provides you with such random amazing experiences. Jose ended up excusing himself from his dinner party that he was having and bringing his giant harp out to the hallway to play for us.
Such a Beautiful Day.

1 comment:

  1. Ahhh, you ventured on the pier!
    What an experience. ha ha. I think I went on it twice and both experiences were rather interesting.
    That is cool that you met this scandinavian man and that you guys went to see his future hotel. Way cool that Jose played the harp for you guys. Glad it was an enjoyable time!

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