Peru

Peru I was a pilot on a transport plane when it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport company "Vanilla Air" who accepted med despite I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train, The pension she got from the state was paltry. at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and I confessed my wish to write like Hemingway. We had a few lovely days together, but then the company rang the cargo was ready to be shipped to Rio. The co-pilot had disappeared, and I had to navigate and fly solo, the plane was old and overloaded it took long to get high enough to fly over the Andes. (Douglas 47type of aircraft) In Rio I had a few beers and thought of Sophie, a love story was over there no sequel.