My "Trip" to Peru
OK, I just got back yesterday from a trip to Peru with Compassion International. Compassion is beginning to team up with churches and wanted to have some ministers go and see what the programs look like on the ground in the countries where Compassion works. I was vry fortunate to go on this trip to Lima, Peru from Monday to Saturday(or in my case, Tues-Sat You will learn why in a second.) There are really two main parts of my trip that I want to blog about. I wanted to do them separately, because neither one is connected to the other. Sandwiching one of the most amazing weeks of my life was one of the most frustrating travel experiences of my life. I want to talk about the travel first, because that is simply factual and not the result of introspection. In all honestly, a trip that may be as life-changing as this one was is not ready to be constrained to words yet. My travel experience in no way affected the impact of the trip on me. I just think the story is worth telling.
I got to the ATL airport on Monday in plenty of time to make my 12:30 departure time on that morning. I knew that my turnaround in Houston was short, but I thought that I would certainly make my 3:55 flight to Peru with the rest of the team. Due to weather in both Atlanta and Houston, the flight wsa delayed by 2 1/2 hours. I knew by the time we took off that I would miss the flght, but all I could do was go on. I arrive on the ground in Houston at 4:30 CT, having missed my 3:55 flight. I went straight to the Continental desk to see what my options were. Turns out that someone in ATL had booked me on a straight flight from ATL to Lima getting there about the same time as the other flight. The problem was that no one had bothered to tell me about it. Ironically enough, the 3:55 flight was still on the runway in Houston and was an hour late leaving, so I guess we all did make it to the airport at the same time. Since there is only one fight from Houston to Peru a day, I had no choice but to get a hotel in Houston and wait until Tuesday to fly down. I missed an entire day in Peru, but I did roll in at 10:30 Tuesday to be greeted by the trip director Ronnie Brown. A local pastor has bought his van and we had to push it to get the van started. Seriously, was there no transportation on this trip I didn't an adverse effect on?
So that was my getting there story. Surely, I thought that would be the end,but it turned out to be only half the story( and even the more boring). We were scheduled to leave Peru Friday night at 11:45. I knew that the turnaround time was very short and that I had to clear customs, get my bag, recheck it, go through security, AND change concourses. That was enough in the hour and a half I had, but we didn't even leave Lima until 12:30 a.m. Saturday morning. I had a half an hour when we touched down in Houston. I was busting it to get through Customs, when the homeland security officer asked me to step aside after he scanned my passport. With no apparent concern for my connecting flight, I was taken to a large room full of chairs and made to sit while a HSA officer worked with my passport and case. After a while, the agent(who was very nice, but still not concerned about my connection) came out and asked me to come into the office to answer some questions. She wanted to know what my parents names were and my SS#. As frustrated as I was, I simply asked her why I was being detained and she told that they were verifying my identity. I was sent back out to the big room and every so often the officer came back out to ask me a question, such as my place of birth or marital status. After 45 minutes, they finally agreed with me that I was who I said I was and I was released. Apparently, someone else with my name is somewhat suspicious and I paid the price.
Needless to say, my connecting flight home was long gone and I was 0 for 2 on connecting flights on this trip. I retrieved my bag and headed over to have it inspected. In Continental's defense, they were aware of the situation and had already rebooked me so that they handed me a new boarding pass when I picked up the bag. I was then subjected to the most thorough baggage check that I have ever seen. Everything in my carry on and regular was examined. Following that fun, I then had to go through security again, which was incredibly redundant. I did make the next flight out of Houston, but boy did my day get extended.
So, there is my travel story. Both legs made for excitement, but I did make it home. It sure made for an adventure, but wait until I post about the time in Peru. Let me just say that I would go through what I experienced again in a heartbeat to have the time that I did in Peru. I am just not ready to try and put that part into words just yet.
