My Trip

In short, the trip was a drag.  It took 5 days to get to my city, granted I took my time.  Spent half a day in Ft. Lauderdale on Friday, a hop and skip from Orlando, I had planned to find a cigar shop, museum(there is an excellent museum there with over 100 Picasso works), While I am mixed on Picasso, I think half of his work is crap, the other half is absolutely brilliant, So I was excited to see it, and maybe buy a drink at the beach.  However, this is not how things go down.  With humidity at about 1000%, the tail end of a tropical storm throwing down off and on, and being exhausted, I said fuck it and opted for sleeping on the floor after walking outside for about two minutes.  Besides, I had made it to Florida from Los Angeles to be told I need proof of an exit out of Peru to be able to leave.  When did this shit start?
Apparently, it is only some stupid policy they enforce when you accidentally try to board with hidden electronics, a lighter and a criminal past for being arrested at political rallies and talking crap on facebook.  Someone with that list of offenses booking a one way trip to a random country on a large plane, I don't see the issue.  Anyways, after my brother booked me a ticket to Chile after getting out of the rubber glove room(Those guys were very nice, I didn't even have to tip), I went to sleep.  Yeah, I slept soundly, glove rape apparently is not traumatizing enough for me to avoid sleep(Kidding, it was just a VERY THOROUGH) pat down and fondling, clothes on, Don't be mad TSA).  12 hours later, I was on my way.  I had my hostel host family meet me at the airport, The ride was a 1985 Honda Civic with 5 people in it and no trunk space, but that's cool.  I finally made it and slept for 10 hours immediately after getting there.