From: Sherman Rootberg
Date: Jan 16, 2008 9:16 PM
Subject: 1/16/2008
1/16/2008
Callao, port for Lima, Peru – Day II
This morning the fog came rolling in again, just about at sun up. Earlier it had been fairly clear.
This port or at least this dock stinks. Yeah, it really stinks. The smell of diesel is bad enough but I think they must have had an open or broken sewer line. Mmmm, delightful.
Today we had an archeological tour at about 1:00 PM. A good percentage of the passengers were leaving today and new ones
coming. They really did not get in our way.
Our bus was right there. It was a regular bus that has seating for about 40 or so. It should have been much bigger. There turned out to be six of us. We each had our own section. Bobbi was in the first seat and had a clear view out the very clean windshield. Great. That means I will have 6,000 pictures to wade through.
Our guide had a pretty thick accent and was sometimes hard to
understand but that was okay. She was about five feet tall and as cute and sweet as could be. Who cares if we could understand her or not. (Vanessa)
We rode about forty minutes back to Miraflores and a town next door called San Isidro. Both had completely different sights. Everything is made of bricks which are made from the local mud. These sights are huge, like maybe more then a block square. One is a circle right in the middle of a very nice residential neighborhood. There is archeological work going on at all and some amazing stuff is being found.
We were met by a very tall young man. Tall for a Peruvian that is. Maybe 5’ 10”. He is an archeological student at the local university who is going to attend Harvard or Yael this fall to get his doctorate. He was a very pleasant and informative fellow. I was surprised how diplomatically he handled some of the totally off the wall comments and questions thrown at him.
At the first sight there was the oddest dog lying there. He was
medium size and had shaggy whitish hair on top of his head and at the end of his tail. The rest of him was black skin. It is really weird to touch a hairless dog. Your hand kind of sticks to him. I don’t know why, but animals very often come up to me for no obvious reason. This one was sleeping but got up as we neared. He walked over to me and I put out my hand for him to sniff, which he did and then bit off my finger. No he didn’t. Scared you, didn’t I? He stood there and let me pet him but walked away when others tried to go near him. Maybe I smell funny or something. Do I smell like 
a dog? I shouldn’t have asked. Now I know I will get at least 20 smart remarks.
After seeing some very interesting things we were taken to a restaurant next to the last sight. We were offered some Peruvian drinks and then we went back to the ship. This had been a very good and a very interesting day. We learned a lot, saw a lot, and had a good time.
Callao, port for Lima, Peru – Day II
This morning the fog came rolling in again, just about at sun up. Earlier it had been fairly clear.This port or at least this dock stinks. Yeah, it really stinks. The smell of diesel is bad enough but I think they must have had an open or broken sewer line. Mmmm, delightful.
Today we had an archeological tour at about 1:00 PM. A good percentage of the passengers were leaving today and new ones
coming. They really did not get in our way.Our bus was right there. It was a regular bus that has seating for about 40 or so. It should have been much bigger. There turned out to be six of us. We each had our own section. Bobbi was in the first seat and had a clear view out the very clean windshield. Great. That means I will have 6,000 pictures to wade through.
Our guide had a pretty thick accent and was sometimes hard to
understand but that was okay. She was about five feet tall and as cute and sweet as could be. Who cares if we could understand her or not. (Vanessa)We rode about forty minutes back to Miraflores and a town next door called San Isidro. Both had completely different sights. Everything is made of bricks which are made from the local mud. These sights are huge, like maybe more then a block square. One is a circle right in the middle of a very nice residential neighborhood. There is archeological work going on at all and some amazing stuff is being found.
We were met by a very tall young man. Tall for a Peruvian that is. Maybe 5’ 10”. He is an archeological student at the local university who is going to attend Harvard or Yael this fall to get his doctorate. He was a very pleasant and informative fellow. I was surprised how diplomatically he handled some of the totally off the wall comments and questions thrown at him.
At the first sight there was the oddest dog lying there. He was
medium size and had shaggy whitish hair on top of his head and at the end of his tail. The rest of him was black skin. It is really weird to touch a hairless dog. Your hand kind of sticks to him. I don’t know why, but animals very often come up to me for no obvious reason. This one was sleeping but got up as we neared. He walked over to me and I put out my hand for him to sniff, which he did and then bit off my finger. No he didn’t. Scared you, didn’t I? He stood there and let me pet him but walked away when others tried to go near him. Maybe I smell funny or something. Do I smell like a dog? I shouldn’t have asked. Now I know I will get at least 20 smart remarks.After seeing some very interesting things we were taken to a restaurant next to the last sight. We were offered some Peruvian drinks and then we went back to the ship. This had been a very good and a very interesting day. We learned a lot, saw a lot, and had a good time.
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