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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Welcome to South America

I should have known something was amiss when I walked down the tarmac in the rain to a plane that had magazines piled high in the cockpit and operated by two guys that looked like they snuck onto the plane on a dare by thier fraternity. I should have had a clue when the greasy haired teenager closed the door. There's something tremendously ominous about being the only passenger on a plane.

Sometimes events occur that help solidify the difference between good and bad. Other times it identifies the bad from the horrible. And then even other times you could experience the morning I had on the first day in South America.

I was robbed blind. While looking for a place to stay in Lima, Peru, a bustling metropolis of 9 million, the car I was traveling in was torn open and the contents gutted in a span of 3 minutes. And that means everything I had. There's no greater feeling of panic than when everything you own disappears.

The police refused to come to the scene so I was forced with empty hands to make my way to the station, which resembled more a parkinglot and a gymnasium than a bastion of law enforcement. The officer(I assume, but doubt) proceded to write down the event in a small paper booklet than looked to have been found on the street. During this he boldly hinted the only way I was going to get anything back was by bribing the police to find the thieves.

Needless to say, I decided against the bribing because as bad as my plight may be, at least I am not in a dark Peruian prison for attempting to bribe the police. They're all in on it here, and there's little to be done.

I began making a list of everything I had lost, but it became a sorry thankless, nearly pointless task, so I gave it up. Among the choice items was my laptop and my return tickets home(which so far, the airlines are not allowing me reissued tickets or etickets). Yes, you can imagine my own anger. What really angered me though was all the bloody planning that went into packing. I don't mean to jest but a can opener is hard to find down here, just ask Ken. I had to bribe security officials at two airports to let me keep it. And now some 5 foot kid is looking at it in some dank apartment wondering what it is as he reformats my harddrive.

Oh, and I am sick. I dont know what it is, could be anything. I started browsing through the list of the symptoms crossreferenced with the ailments, and I discovered I could have anything from Cholera to Malaria. In a place where the Plague still exists you keep your options wide open.

So, as far as beginings of adventures go, you could say this one has been frought with a dark welcome. But, carry on, I say. The beer is cheap, the sky blue, and I'm not looking at the inside of a box six feet under just yet.

Without a return ticket home, nor a bag on my back, the South American adventure has begun...


  • At 6:19 PM , Blogger socialist retailer said...

    That is quite possibly the worst thing I have ever heard. Well, no one died, so not quite the worst thing.

    But what does not kill you makes you stronger. Poorer, but stronger. Seriously, though, I am sorry to hear that and I certianly hope things get better from here on out.

  • At 6:42 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Wow... I'm really sorry to hear that. I sincerely hope that you will be able to get back on your feet soon. Take care of yourself. -D

  • At 6:43 AM , Anonymous Sarah said...

    Hey, Caleb.

    I sent you an email with some (I hope) helpful information.

    Hang in there...


  • At 8:12 AM , Blogger Cor said...

    Well...interesting first day. Yeah, the whole bribing police thing...probably not a grand idea. Hope you feeling better and you recover from the theft. Yep...screw Lima. I've just decided to cross it off my go to list. Talk to you later.

  • At 8:36 AM , Blogger Patchalito said...

    I cannot say I ever want to visit any place south of mexico after reading that synopsis. I hope things go better for you.

    When you get back to the states, I can help you begin replacing some of your stolen technology.

  • At 8:53 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    And people say that Illinois is bad. Perhaps Chicago is starting to look better.

  • At 12:53 PM , Anonymous Cindy Leu said...

    Hi, Caleb! Duane and I were just thinking about you the other day and wondering what you're up to. I am just shocked to hear that all your stuff is gone, and holy smokes, that must just really suck. Glad to hear that you're still ok (assuming that your minor illness hasn't become a big drama). We're wishing you well, and look forward to the next update!

    Cindy Leu (and Duane)

  • At 2:15 PM , Anonymous Jamie said...

    Honestly, when will all this craziness stop!! I hope that you feel better soon, as it appears that getting one's stolen items back may not be on the list of accomplishments for the 'craker jack box' policemen.

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