Trouble in Lobster Country

Read more about suffering lobster industry 

In Compliance to the Vulgar (pt. 2)

By the time the sun had gone behind the shoulder of the bare sun baked mountains he had left out the front gate. The girl kissed him as he left and handed him the old leather bag from the salvation army back home. Making sure the gate locked behind him he hailed a taxi as it drove by. At the same moment, another taxi at the end of the block honked and he waved it away as he walked towards the closer taxi. It was funny he thought to himself. How it’s easier to catch a cab in this little neighborhood in the mountains of Peru than it is in New York City. And a hell of a lot cheaper too. He’d done the math before and figured that the ten minute ride in to town would probably run about eight dollars back in New York while here it barely cost one.  The taxi was standard for the area, a compact Daewoo with nine inch rims and the uneven texture on the body from spots of bond-o. He told the driver to go the Plaza de Armas and settled in to the back seat with his bag on his lap. He looked out the window and up over the Andes where the clouds were a pink orange. The traffic grew heavier as they They drove around the roundabout that connected the Residencial Huancaro to Avenida el Sol and took a left up Avenida el Sol. A group of kids covered in traffic soot waved at the cars from the roundabout island, sending sprays of water in to the air from their squeegees. Both sides of the road were lined with shops and restaurants and the state workers with blue uniforms and matching dust masks were sweeping the dust out from the curb. Old women from the country with black dresses and big hats sat on the sidewalk weaving belts with their leathery hands. At the top of the street they turned right and the road opened up in to the plaza with the big fountain going in the middle. He asked to be let off in front of the cathedral and the driver made a wide left around a group of French looking tourist women. He honked at them as he passed and smiled a big toothless grin. The taxi pulled up in front of the cathedral. He paid the driver four Soles including the tip and stepped out on to the smooth sidewalk in front of the church. The Spanish knew how to build a church he thought. Another equally impressive Cathedral stood on the adjacent side of the square and over the terra-cotta roofs of the houses you could see two more just outside the square. 

Big Tune #1

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