In Caracas, all of us who had to take the LAN flight to Lima separated us and warned us that the bags probably wouldn't have time to load on the new plane. It would take us more than two hours to leave, so we all missed them a lot. Apparently in Caracas they carry out their own security measures in all the suitcases that make transit and conversing with other passengers I discovered that the Caracas airport is one of the nightmares for a suitcase.
In these situations you start to have a conversation with the other passengers. You impotence with a few drops of good humor and you create a small family in a strange and uncomfortable house. A Peruvian girl had her final law exams and carried all her books in her suitcase. A couple of people from Madrid had a flight waiting for them to Puno in the morning in Lima and obviously they took it raw if they wanted to take everything they brought in their backpacks, including their pills to avoid malaria.
The expected happened. In Lima the bags did not arrive and we started with the claims. The LAN supervisor acted in such a way that it seemed to be the everyday movie at the Lima airport.
The compensation? 70 dollars if the bags did not arrive in 24 hours and if they did not arrive after 15 days, they were lost and 25 dollars per kilo were offered. An absurd compensation thinking that my mountain bag weighs a little less than a kilo and a half and is worth about 300 euros.
I said goodbye to the people of Madrid and the rest, hoping that the next day we would have our backpacks and went outside where my friend Alejandro's brother was waiting for me in Barcelona; Juan Manuel. I was waiting with another friend named Oscar. They also waited for me the night of Lima and its pisco sours. The real journey was suddenly beginning!5.001