The Peruvian Border

Border crossings are always fun, especilly when your Peruvian customs official is completely drunk.  Showing off his wide range on English words, the aviator wearing guard kept repeating his the only words in English (or apparently Spanish) that he knew.  "I plan to be in the country five weeks." "Your Mamma!" "My trip is for tourism not business."  "Your Mamma!"  "Can you please just stamp my booklet?"  "Your Mamma!"

 

After finally giving in, the drunk customs official then butchered my passport, tattooing it with multiple exit stamps instead of entrance stamps upon arrival to the country.  In a sad attempt to fix his reckless mistake, the guard repeatledly smudged more ink onto the now dark spot before signing the appropriate "Officially Void" rubber.  He miraculously then found the propper entrance stamp and let me into the country.  I lauged at the strange situation caused by the border official.  It felt great to be back on the road.  I just hope that this drunkard's mistakes won't make leaving Peru a hassle.

The Peruvian Border