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entirely to the reading of his journal.
    My eyes had once again grown heavy, the stiflingly hot air and the long ride combining to overwhelming my alertness. I modified my position once again and tried to get comfortable, not used to the inactivity that the long ride demanded.
    Finally finding a position that wasn’t terrible, I closed my eyes and let the swaying of the ancient bus rock me off to sleep. A man full of guilt will find his dreams filled with demons demanding an accounting for his actions. A fitful sleep was the best I could hope for.

Chapter 7
    August 20, 1998
     
    My demons accomplished their job well.
    I woke in a full sweat four hours later; I felt as if I had been drug through hell, and wondered if I would ever again feel rested.
    There was a bustle of activity around me as my eyes slowly opened in the bright hazy interior of the bus. Pushing the bill of my cap up with a finger, I saw that my neighbors were gathering up their belongings. Sitting up straighter, I noticed that we were approaching the terminal of Jorge Chavez airport, the low building before me a miniature version of the massive architectural structures back home.
    A loud pounding roar surrounded us as a Peruvian Airlines 727 rose up from behind the building. The plane seemed to slice its way through the hot hazy air surrounding the airport as it made its way to points unknown.
    Exiting the bus took longer than expected as I realized that we had taken on quite a few more passengers since I had closed my eyes. The bus driver nodded his head to each passenger as they started down the steps, the never wavering smile painted onto his face.
    It almost seemed that we were still inside the bus as we headed into the terminal, the stagnant heat as bad outside as that within the bus. Entering the door of the air-conditioned building was not much better, as the overworked cooling units did little to lower the temperature inside.
    I made my way over to the ticket windows and secured a seat on that evening’s 10 hour flight to Washington DC. After a six hour layover, I would make a connecting flight to Atlanta, then on to Cincinnati.
    There was a Western Union window down the way, so I sent off a telegram to Allen to ask for someone to pick me up tomorrow around 4:00 PM their time. With that out of the way, I needed to figure out what to do with myself for the next five hours.
    Scoping out the small airport terminal, I found a food stand and bought a cola with ice, the first I had had in over a year. I had to admit that the drink was very refreshing. I promptly purchased another before making my way down the long corridor.
    Taking a detour to use the restroom, I discovered that they had showers, and for a small price you could rent a stall for an hour. Looking down at my clothes, and only imagining what I must smell like, I decided to take the plunge so to speak and get some of this country’s dust off of me before I got on the plane.
    I paid the attendant for the shower time, as well as for some towels and soap. I added a disposable razor to the mix after running my hand over the itchy stubble on my face.
    As I started shucking my clothes, I threw them on the shower floor before turning on the water. While it ran, I went through my luggage, picking out a couple more items to add to the pile, including a nicer yet still dirty shirt.
    For the next hour I washed everything on my body multiple times, as well as most every piece of clothing I had with me. To say that I enjoyed the first running water I had used in all these long months would be stretching the truth just a little, but I did feel better. That in and of itself did lighten my mood a bit.
    I squeezed the excess water out of my clothes and laid them out around the room to dry while I concentrated on shaving my face. Looking into the foggy mirror, the man staring back at me little resembled the man who had arrived here fifteen months ago.
    My sun-bleached blonde hair, usually up in a pony tail the