Peru: The City of Dogs (Metaphorically and Physically)
Peru, what can I say? There are dogs everywhere, in the front and backyards and on the city streets and dirt roads; even in bars, park and nightclubs. #Perros.
I understand the mentally of most men who are out there only to get satisfaction to whom they think/pondering to the fact foreign women are easy. I seen it all before, witness it and being a bigger man (you know a human being), I fight for women who get taken advantage of. I see this all the time in Peru. I especially see it with men who are in relationships, but tend to cheat whenever the opportunity arises. That’s either here or there in wherever part of the world you’re located at.
And trust me when I tell you, these men at bars and nightclubs were vultures around these girls. And the word PERSISTENT is an understatement.
So seeing this in action, I feel more overly protected when I’m around women. During this study abroad, I had the privilege to be surrounded by a lot of beautiful women. Some smarter dealing with testosterone filled males than others. But these women I was with were smart and quick with the comebacks. But I don’t need to tell you that there are horrible people in this world, who do horrible things to innocent people.
Just remember, to whoever is reading this:
- Keep an eye on your drinks- (Flunitrazepam — also known as Narcozep, Rohypnol, Rohipnol, Roipnol, or in the vernacular), simply roofies do exist and are easily obtained in other countries.
- Always walk with someone, preferably in groups. Don’t walk alone, I don’t care how independent and strong of a woman/man you are. A group of ruthless thugs can overcome the strongest of individuals.
- Always use taxi, buses, and any other public transportation with caution. If it doesn’t feel right being in the car, leave. Use taxi’s provided by ratings online or your hotel/hostel provides.
- Any always, always, use protection! That should have been on the top of this impromptu list! I cannot stress it enough, I understand about having fun and feeling stress free, but like all sex related illnesses, crimes or deaths. Having protection can reduce the risk of contracting any type of sex related diseases!
Now that got serious, a little awkward, it’s okay; were going to talk about dogs and puppies!
In Peru, there is a growing population of stray dogs roaming the streets of Lima. They walk like everyone else and these dogs are very street smart. More and more dogs that are strays are finding homes; this story is about a dog that I can say stole my heart.
Paco aka Pacito; was this loveable dog that was laying down half way up the mountain path, going towards Machu Picchu. I was hiking up with a group of girls from my class from “Aguas Calientes” a pueblo from the base of Machu Picchu. We saw Paco laying down in a homemade hut, wimping. Nothing bad, but these girls were taking photos of him, and since I was in the back of the group I was the last to see him.
I was taking a break from climbing up 3 miles vertically on these “larger than life” stone stairs when I took a photo of him and asked him in Spanish you tag along with me. “Vamos perrito (whistles)” Paco started to stand, stretch and follow me up this mountain. He seemed old to me but young spirited (than again, I really don’t know dogs like that), he climbed ahead and waited for us to catch up or wait for me. Such a ladies man with the girls, I swear.
We finally reached the top, exhausted and out of shape to find Paco laying next to me while I was dumping footage in my laptop (Yes, I brought a laptop to dump footage and reformat microSD cards, if need be).
All he needed was to be loved. As corny as that might sound, most animals just want to be petted, hugged and loved, even if it’s only for a short time. I stayed with Paco until my group was heading towards the entrance of Machu Picchu. I scratched him on his head and behind his ears while he was lying there and quietly I got up and walked towards the entrance. I left him a flat plastic cup of water and some dried beef jerky. As I headed to the top, I leaned over the railing to see if he was there still. He was lying out, stretching while sleeping. That would be the last time I saw Paco when I entered Machu Picchu. During my stay there the weather turned from hot to pouring rain and I swear to you, Paco crossed my mind.
I wonder if he went down the path to his homemade hut for shelter? I wonder if he followed another group before or after I left? I wonder what is he doing right now and if anyone fed him?
Paco was the type of dog I would of adopted. Paco was the type of dog I would of gave a home too. Paco was that dog that stole my heart and that every other dog will be forever a remembrance on how amazing creatures can be in this world.
(P.S. not the most flattering photo of me :/)