Kidnap - Blogabond

It was Harry, the American couple (Michael & Lisa) and a bunch of gingitas from another orphanage and I who ventured out on my first night on the town. A metal head (the only one I´ve seen) showed us Avenida Puno, which would be more aptly named Avenida Puny, after the age and size of it´s patons. In the first club we visited we quickly learned that the drinking age is 14 and that fire laws restricting the numbers of patrons is merely suggestional - kinda like traffic laws. The entire club was packed like a mosh pit, makng it difficult to hold a drink, let alone dance. And man o´man was Harry´s goldie-locks a hit with them! Everyone wanted to be our friend. Some liked us so much that they felt it was okay to check our pockets for money and squeeze our squeezable parts. Despite the few with slippery hands, everyone was generally friendly and wanted to dance with us. I don´t blame them, I mean, who can resist my moves?

The second club we partied at was a step up. The patrons were actually our age and there was room to move my limbs to the rhythm. I wound up dancing with a couple of local chicas for a while until she asked me to go back to her place to dance. After that a random guy leaned into Harry and told him those girls were working. So yeah, I spent my first night out dancing with high schoolers and hookers.

Apparently when Michael and Lisa left the club they asked a sketched out teen for the time. He was off by 4 hours or so and then asked them to come back to his place. Again, a kind onlooker leaned in to fill in the blanks for us. He told Michael that kid was trying to kidnap them.

I always knew it was a bad idea to go home with strangers, but nothing reinforces a tenent like that than experience.

written by

ryanmyers on January 24, 2009 from Huancayo, Peru

from the travel blog: Ryan's First Sabbatical

tagged Hookers and Kidnap

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