JOURNAL OF DEREK RAYNEMonday, 31 March 1969 - 6 a.m. Mexico City time
A layover while we wait to catch our flight to Lima has presented the opportunity to jot down a few notes. There hasn�t been a free moment during the past couple of days. The flight from San Francisco was bumpy and, though I tried to sleep, I got a bit airsick, so I�m foregoing breakfast. Nothing seems to bother Father - not even too much tequila on an empty stomach at four in the morning. He�s in a rather glum mood, but I don�t know why. He just sits writing in his notebook and studying his maps. When I try to see, he closes them. Sometimes I feel like piece of luggage for which he had to buy a seat. He used to be fun.
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I flew into San Francisco late Saturday night - had taken the train from Geneva late Friday afternoon. I spent the night and a bit of Saturday morning at home with Mother, then flew from Amsterdam to San Francisco with a change of not just planes in New York, but of airports - JFK to LaGuardia. It was a mad dash. Although I�ve seen quite a lot of the world, it was the first time I�ve had to do such a thing on my own. The stories one hears about New York City cabbies are quite accurate. He was not at all pleased with his tip. I did not have the time to exchange my money and so had only the dollars I�d brought with me. He spun his wheels in the gutter. I wasn�t fast enough and he got me good.
I had Sunday on the island. It was wonderful to simply wander the hills and coast with Prof. Washburn and listen to his stories. He makes history and legend so vivid. When I graduate, I�m going to apply to Berkeley and Stanford so that I can live on the island and perhaps be his research assistant, if he�ll have me.
I managed to have a decent supper (alone, of course) and take a bit of a nap before catching our 10 p.m. flight.
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4 p.m. - aboard Flight 202
We are somewhere between Lima and Cuzco and should be landing in about 30 min. We barely made the connection. Thank God we did! Father would have been furious had we missed it (not that he�s been in an agreeable mood anyway). It�s been bumpy all the way. At least, my stomach seems to be getting used to it. This is a local airline with flights twice a week to Cuzco. About all I can say for it is that at least they don�t allow chickens in the passenger compartment, though one woman did try to purchase a ticket for her pig. The man across the aisle is carrying something in a bag that smells like it�s been dead for a week - of course, it may be he.
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