Immortals
I was going to originally title this, “Why Marco does the driving down here”, because if I were behind the wheel these last few days I would have racked up a body count so astronomical it would have made a palpable dent in the city’s population.
A brief preface to these pictures; here in Peru pedestrians most definitely do not have the right of way. It helps to think of the city traffic here as a giant game of Frogger. Once you get that frog in the street you better keep its ass moving because it just isn’t in the AI to slow, stop, swerve, or do anything else except to barrel ahead like the proverbial bat out of hell. Amazingly, there is a select group of people around these parts Marco refers to as ‘inmortales’, or immortals, who in cheerful defiance of the aforementioned rules of the road select to launch themselves into the paths of speeding vehicles with absolutely no thought of the outrageous physical injury that they are inviting. This is like mercilessly taunting death with a red hot poker to the eye while insulting 17 generations of his ancestors.
I guess a more appropriate title here would be Produce Immortals, considering the inadvertent fruit theme. I humbly suggested to Marco that we affix a cow-catcher to the front of his vehicle for some firm but gentle nudging action but he indicated that those sorts of practices are generally frowned upon here.
