Everything isn’t always as it seems.
Not everyone is honest. Not everyone is modest and we all know everyone lies.
When Melanie and I arrived in Lima, we had no idea what we were in for. We learned quick. Very quick.
By the third day in Lima we had figured out that honesty was rare, and modesty was just for the ones who need to wipe their butt. In no way am I disrespecting Peru, and their culture, but it is much different than Canada. I’m also comparing garlic to onions.
What I mean is…
Melanie is a pretty girl, she doesn’t flaunt her body and she doesn’t ask for attention but the way the men and women stare, whistle, honk and even make loud perverted noises at her, would have confrontation back home in Canada.
Unfortunately being a tourist, there is not too much one can do in situations like this.
These noises and looks got worse as we traveled through Pisco, Paracas and now Ica. Here in Ica is the worst it has been.
Now for the lies.
In Miraflores we had taken a trip to the beach and was approached by a guy selling “moonstones”. I use quotations because it was a plastic replica of one. He proceeded to tell us it was real, that his father makes them from a big rock.
I called bullshit and told him it looked and felt like plastic. He swore it wasn’t and that he wasn’t a bullshitter (that should of been our first clue). In the moment, he asked 100 soles for it. I said I only have 50 soles on me. Plus 8 in change. He wanted that money plus something to trade, like my sun glasses or my watch.
I said “no way”. He took the money I had and bought us each a beer afterword to tell us how he’s a tour guide for trips to Cusco, Nazca and others. We exchanged contacts and inquired about it all the next day.
Two days later we go to the beach again, where we were approached by another older guy. He was selling the same damn thing! I asked how much it was… He replied with 25 soles! We knew at that moment we had been ripped off.
A week after that happened we met a lady outside of a shopping mall in Ica, selling the same moonstone. We asked her about it and she was honest, the first honest person we seemed to have met. She told us “you know that’s plastic right?”
Melanie then turned to me with a sad, disgusted look on her face and said, “you were right!”
I felt so bad she thought it was real all this time.
The moral of this story is trust no one and believe nothing from someone trying make a quick buck.
But what can you do is:
Smile 🙂 and learn from what has already happened.