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Published: February 6th 2008
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Mucho Gusto
I was shooting photos of the church and some kids came over to talk to me and I took this as they were shaking hands. Monday was my birthday. In Peru, it turns out, you dont have to work on your birthday, so I had the day off. I had heard of a little place called Puerto Eten so I went. Actually I went to the town of Eten first and had to make my way about 5 miles to where the port town was. So I got in a mototaxi and told the driver to take me to Puerto Eten and off we went. Down a dirt road that opened up into sand dunes next to the ocean and he let me off. There was no town. Only a creepy looking old pink church that lay in ruins, sand dunes all around, no people. I walked around the church and up to the top of one of the dunes and then could see the actual town about a mile and a half away. Off I went again, walking through about 100 yards of dunes to the beach then up the beach to the town.
The town itself, I think, is a place that does not really exist. It is on the map and people visit there, but the town itself seems out
Wired
This is how they do it. I wish it had been sunny on this day. I had heard that they might fix this pier but I think that I dont want them to. of place. It felt like a secret. Most of the buildings were brightly painted and most had delicate looking wooden balconies, porches and railings. They were like ghosts. It reminded me of a wild-west town that had been dropped next to the ocean. Few cars and few mototaxis made it possible for me to hear my footsteps as I walked around the square. It is also said that Jesus himself appeard here in the 1600´s for which there is a chapel in that spot.
There is a huge pier that extends out into the ocean for maybe a mile. I dont know how it happened, but there is a mysterious portion of this pier missing, maybe 100 yards, right in the middle. The fishermen arrive on the other side by walking a thin section of cable, several times a day, with thier gear. Its pretty interesting to see.
When I got back to class on Tuesday, I found out that my students refused to go to class on Monday when they saw that there was a substitute. And, as a surprise to me, about halfway through class on Tuesday, they surprised me with a cake and
Ruins
This is where the guy dropped me off. soda, and class was offically over at that point for the eating of the cake. I dont know if that happens often at this center but it made me feel pretty good.
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Thomas
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That's a birthday you will never forget. Did you get to go out across the wires on the pier?