ARRIVAL
Friday, November 8, 2013
The plane was starting the landing and all that I could see was desert. When it was about to land, I saw near the airport dozens of poor houses made out of wood. The powerty was there.
Piura is in the North of Perú, near to Ecuador. It has 400,000 inhabitants and it is an hour away from the coast and the mountains and just a step away from a desert of dusty land.
Two people of CIPCA were waiting for me at the airport, Vitucho and Jorge. They gave me a ride around the city and we had dinner at a mall. The traffic was crazy, and the cars were old, but the mall was very similar to those in Europe. It is the conjunction of the 1st world and a developing country. There are 3-wheels-motorbikes that you can jump on and travel a couple kilometres paying less than $1 but I was advised to negotiate the fare in advance. I had heard some stories about unsafety in the city and to be honest I felt hard times were coming.
Vitucho told me he was going with his mate Wilmer Bermejo to the mountains to a little village to have a meeting with the inhabitants of Tambochico. As I knew no one in Piura, I decided to ask for permission to join them and they told me to be ready at 5am because in those villages in the mountains, they wait with a whip in the hand so that the visitors are not late. I was a bit scared…