So I endured another nausea inducing episode in the back seat of an 88 Toyota Corolla wagon (remember the red one Dad?). The unfortunate girl next to me did not have the stomach to endure the winding and braking, so she rolled down the window and splashed her lunch all over the side of the car... again and again. Not feeling so well myself, the sight almost pushed me over the edge. Luckily we stopped so the driver could clean his stupid car and the rest was a welcome relief. (Start rant) Ok, what an idiot! By taking every turn at breakneck nauseating speeds, he shaved maybe 10 minutes off a 3 hour trip. The 10 minutes he saved were easily lost in our stop for him to clean the puke off his car. Not to mention, there is ALWAYS construction, and we end up stopping behind a line of trucks for 5 or 10 minutes every time that happens. So in reality, we are not arriving at the destination any faster, and he's just wearing out his tires and making people uncomfortable. Oh but how to splain him in Spanish... I just don't have the language skills yet, and besides, the four other passengers just don't seem to mind... oh yes that's right, they often try to pack THREE people across the two front seats of a toyota corolla! One person on a makeshift cushion with their legs straddled around the manual transmission gear shifter. Nice. (End Rant)
So anyway, you'll see a few pics I took around Tarapoto and Yurimaguas. My next entry will be from my trek into the Amazon rainforest. I have about 300 pictures, so I need to sort them and cut them down before I upload.
Welcome to Tarapoto, where there is a free showing of Strippers Kids in the main plaza! "Now this is going to be an interesting town," I thought as I passed under the sign. Well, turns out the best part of Tarapoto was the little sausage sandwiches cooked up outside the supermarket. Yummm. Other than that, the drive out of Tarapoto was probably the most interesting part. Upon trying to depart, I discovered that no busses were running to Yurimaguas due to the extensive protests and road blockades that were taking place on the way. So I reluctantly opted to take a shared car ride instead. I say 'reluctantly' because the previous cars I've taken would put the scariest amusement park rides to shame. There is apparently an unwritten rule among drivers that they must take every curvy mountain road at exactly one mile per hour under the speed which induces the tires to squeal and smoke. But alas there was no other way to Yurimaguas, the port city that leads to the Amazon river.