11:30ish
Cusco Peru Nov 12, 2024. Flight from Lima to US, Nov 13 @ Midnight.
We walked away from the police station, with a much-needed feeling of a win. And no shortage of trepidation.
Would this work?
Can we get back into the airport?
Can the Embassy rush things?
Why are they running short staffed?
Where can we get everything printed, and pictures, and are we missing paperwork?
To name just a few questions.
We joked about guarding that single piece of paperwork with our lives. About making it into a necklace and keeping it on our persons. And how many stamps were realy needed, were they messing with us?
As we stepped back through the security fence, nothing happened. We stood in line outside the terminal and watched as everyone in front of us showed their tickets or did not. Those with them, went in; those with no tickets, OR flights that were more than 3 hours away were not allowed to pass. When we were up, we smiled and said Hola, and were waved in. Whew, ill take it.
Smiles all around as all three of us met up at our bench alcove and gear pile. Two of us, headed back up to the desk of Airline “x”.
Me “ we have the paper and would like to get three tickets and fly into Lima as soon as possible”
Gate agent “ what’s your flight number for check in?”
Me “ We don’t have one, can we get 3 tickets to Lima”
Gate agent “ we don’t sell tickets here”
To be fair, you probably can’t buy tickets at the counter anymore in the states either. I haven’t tried.
I wave the third member of our group up and purchase three tickets from their website on my phone. I notice, that on the website you can select what type of ID, so I check “driver’s license/state issued ID” , For all three of us and put in the respective numbers.
15 mins later. Flights to Lima purchased for 16:00.
Me “here, are the ticket numbers”
Gate agent “Passports please,”
Me “here are our ID’s, and the form from the police, and a photocopy of the lost passport, as well”
Gate agent Looks confused, calls over the other agents ( We made sure to stand in the line, with the gate agent we had been dealing with). Then says “ ok,” keys in some info, hands us our passes.
They collect our checked bags and sends us all on our way.
We all work our way through the airport and bid goodbye to our bench. That has now been claimed. We get through TSA with fuss, with just handing the TSA folks our state issued ID’s.
And now we, wait some more.
I book a VRBO close to the Embassy in Lima. It was the 1st headline on the listing, so this must happen enough.
And we continue to fill out the online PDF forms, all the same forms and requirements as an initial passport application. As well as pull open maps on my phone, and check the route, and area between our VRBO and the Embassy. We will not make it to the Embassy today, so try to pre prep as much as possible. And our 4th member who was not continuing with us. Was also checking up and working things from their end still at casa Elena and had made a few phone calls to the Embassy as well.
We are all tired and hungry. Grabbing some empanadas from a kiosk inside the airport secure area. And settle in some chairs along the wall.
Eventually 16:00 rolls around and we all board.
It was bittersweet saying bye to Cusco out the window. And, all knowing our trip and time together was soon ending. IF, we could even get out of the country. But it could always be worse, and we had the tools to work the problems one at a time.
45ish minute flight I think, it was uneventful. Landed in Lima, and back at that very crazy and busy airport. No Ubers allowed to pick up, so we grabbed a driver from the curb. Or he to say grabbed us. And helped shuck all our gear to his car. The Embassy is in a fancy part of Lima and was about an hour of drive time through traffic, until we got to our VRBO.
Unload everything, drag it all into the building. I was a little worried about this, as after I booked it. The confirmation email said to give them 24 hours’ notice, so they could get our info to the security at the front desk. And obviously this was not able to happen, and I had not heard from anyone.
I knocked on the glass door and waved to the gal behind the desk. She buzzed me in and recognized me name when I explained who I was, and why I was there. Handed me keys and we all headed up to the room.
Probably about 1600 now.
Two of us went downstairs to find some bottled water, from a market close by. After delivering it to our apartment we all went back downstairs and walked directly into a chilly’s right across the street. Oddly enough, none of us had been to one before. It was not bad, but mainly was close, and we were all starving. The server was nervous around us. And kept trying to switch between English, and Spanish. I let her know Spanish was ok, and that helped a bit. But it was all a bit clunky.
After eating, I wanted to do a route check between our apartment and the Embassy. (I am taking no chances, and I have this habit. Its always treated me well, I even do it 1st thing when I get to airports between gates) so we walk through the malls, stores, and streets. Locating banks, ATM’s, and looking for places to print, and get Picture ID; s. We ask a few roving security guards, as the ones on the map are no longer there. They point us in a different direction and away we go.
Apartment red x. Embassy labeled,
This was obviously, the fancier, diplomat, American, well to do family part of town. As there were also Coach, and many designer stores in the mall between us and the street over. Polo and Hunt club, and a private school with very tight security.
We walk to the front of the Embassy and pass multiple places on the frontage road that advertise passport forms and pictures. Score!
We have a plan.
We take a little longer to get to know the area, and all head up to bed. With the plans of being at the gate, with all we need when they open at 8.