Puerto Maldonado to Lima

oh where oh where have I been. Well I have been in a crazy jungle town named Puerto Maldonado. Anna and I spent a week there dodging the largest number of motorcycles and mototaxis that I have ever seen. There actually seemed to be more mototaxis than people in the town which makes little mathematical or economic sense but then I never claimed to be a mathimagician! The first day it was as hot as hell and felt like you were walking through a big pot of soup, and despite how much I love soup it was an uncomfortable situation. It actually cooled down for the rest of our time there which was awesome. The town was a funny place. Surrounding it is really touristy, lots of jungle lodges and such but the town was almost gringo free, which was a delightful change from Cuzco, which was like being just another gringo sardine getting shoved into a tin already too full of gringo sardines (did anyone actually enjoy that analogy) Anyway, we ended up finding our selves one gringo friend. A dude named Ceri from Britain who became our partner in crime for the week, and helped us polish off a cheap bottle of Pisco in the park the second or third night. We flew out today but really had nothing but bad luck at the airport. We arrived early for our flight yesterday (we thought an hour early but it turned out to be 24 hrs early) And we were shocked to find no one manning the ticket desk and finally, angrily, found a someone and demanded to be put on the plane until the gentleman pointed out that our tickets were in fact for the 6th of may not the 5th and that we should consider returning the next day, where in we might have more luck catching our flight. So very embarrassed Anna and I exited the airport only to find the same mototaxi driver that drove us most of the way to the airport already, then returned to town for my hat that had been left behind, only to drive us to the airport again and now back to town AGAIN! Today we headed out to the airport, this time I remembered my hat which was lucky because despite the fact that our tickets said that our flight departed at 12;15, and we arrived an hour early, our plane was almost ready to taxi down the runway on our arrival. We luckily found someone to rush us through the gate and ran out on the tarmac barely catching the plane as it was set to leave. We were very luck since Anna and I both agreed if we had to spend any more time in Puerto Maldonado, we would have probably committed some sort of ritual group suicide. So now here we sit in Lima, enjoying the facilities of the first actual cosmopolitan city we have been in since Buenos Aries.