The day that we had all been waiting for had finally arrived.In less than 24 hours we were going to be in Peru embarking on our adventure through the lands of the Moche's.
The sweet sound of the megaphone of Jesus Luna( the camp's "boss" as to say so) woke us up announcing the beginning of a new day, of a new adventure.After having woken up, we had a shower, then quickly went to undo the tents.Somehow the tents had multiplied themselves over the night (I didn't know the tents were capable of doing that!) and we had to disassemble like 7-8 tents after having put up only 4-5 the previous night.I guess that there are some things that science can't explain.
After putting the tents in their bags we went to eat breakfast and as usually, my group, despite of being Group 1 arrived last in line once more.
Now..the "advantage" of being G1:we got to be the first group to clean out the campsite.yay.Great start.While everybody was talking, getting to know eachother, relaxing and having fun, we were stuck running around with a garbage bag, making sure that the traces of the "ruteros" would vanish(metaphorically speaking, because they went in a bag :)) ).
After having cleaned the campsite we heard the words "bus" "airport" and "groups".Luna was going to tell us through the magic megaphone the groups and the buses that we were going in to the airport.My group went with G12(boys) and if I remember correctly with G5(girls) also.ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP.
At first it may seem like an ordinary bus ride, but I tell you what: many things happend.After the bus had left someone decided to share a letter with us.Three girls from RQ'10 G1 had written a letter to us and had left it in the tent.It said something about how the tent had become their home in only 36 days and that they had also left us some sand in the tent from the Carribean Sea
As we continued our trip to the airport Joan, the monitor from G12 started taking out the ruta ID's belonging to the American expeditionaires that were yet to be united with the group.He took them out one by one reading out loud the name and country of each one of them and then the groupmates proceeded to clap and cheer for them.Oh and also , Marco from G12 was juggling in the bus.I had always wanted to do that, but I'm not talented enough.Maybe someday I will learn how to do it...
Ok...so the bus stopped and we finally got to the airport...and what happend next?
Remember how I mentioned that we were "the cleaning group" for the day?
Well...that also meant that we had to carry all of the Ruta equipment and believe me, the boxes, the tents, the musical instruments and everything else were not light at all.Not that I'm a feminist or anything , but wasn't the lifting of heavy objects part of what guys should do?Guess what, the only men that appeared were some flight attendants who we talked to.After they found out that I was Romanian they started saying words like "mamaliga" "tuica" "ce faci?".Funny in a way.
So...I had some snacks left in my backpack that I was ready to throw away because they were all crushed and the chocolate had melted.I decided to share them with my hungry groupmates who were more than happy to help me get rid of them.Bea was the most excited exclaiming "wow, Romanian waffles and cookies"(not that they had anything special).
Later we saw the guys from G11 and they were playing cards.We joined them and soon we were playing Mafia.It reminded me of the times when me and my classmates would go to the park and spend hours and hours playing it, only this time we had Spanish cards.
So..how was the atmosphere in the airport before our big trip?
Some were talking, others were singing(some groups even had a group song..wow) and some others were buying sweets and makeup(now who needs makeup in the jungle?)
After a while, we heard Irish music and suddenly I found myself clapping while watching the Irish(Joe) perform a typical dance from his country.He soo looked like a LEPRECHAUN.haha
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