The Accidental Hijacking
Sometimes it’s okay to stick it to the man!
The smell of freshly brewed Britt coffee filled the air. Andean pan flutes playing “Flight of the Condor” for the 1000th time echoed through the halls as we strolled through Lima Airport. It would be a routine flight from the capital to our home in Puerto Maldonado. But the typical stopover in Cusco to pick up and drop off passengers turned into an unforgettable standoff.
After living in Peru for many years, my wife and I were fluent in both languages and culture. We understood what was being said and usually could interpret the more subtle cultural communications. We loved Peru, and every day was a new adventure, but we were unprepared for that day’s encounter.
As we boarded the airplane, we saw the usual cast of characters. It was a mix of locals going about their daily business and tourists on their way to see Machu Pichu, one of the world’s modern wonders. I remember passing two older ladies who looked to be in their eighties. Their excitement to see Peru’s claim to fame was obvious, but their inexperience was equally evident and somehow endearing.
We saw a familiar face in the row behind us as we found our seats. Victor was seated directly behind us, and we took a moment to catch up. His father was a dear friend and respected chief of a village…
