Arrival in Lima at 9:30pm at the airport that I know very well. Yet… suddenly… total disorientation sets in. Nothing is as it is supposed to be. Nothing is as it was.
Like a creepy parallel universe, the old airport has been replaced by a new one, and I am now at the old Costa del Sol Hotel, my reservation not having been accepted at the new one.
I awake the next morning. Abandoned long-term parking lots. Empty terminals. A strange dystopia except for a Listo! mini market back by the old priority check-in.
Makes me wonder how much of my life is, actually, like this: There I am, walking across an empty parking lot to nowhere.
