And the moral of the story is.....
09.01.2013 - 10.01.2013 35 °C
It had to happen sooner of later, or did it?
We were so concerned about arriving in Lima the next day and how dodgy it was that we never really thought about arriving in Santiago, the capital of Chile, one of the safest countries in South America. We got a very comfortable night bus from Pucon with a full bed each so that the double decker bus only carried about 20 people in total. On getting on the bus we were greeted with the usual ´so where are you guys from´ by the man in the next seat. John was an American business man and mining engineer who had set up a geothermal energy company in Chile years ago and had just set up two restaurants in Pucon with his younger Chilean wife. A real doer. We chatted for a long time and opened a bottle of bubbly that we had bought to celebrate Seamus´ successful climb of the Villarica volcano in Pucon.
To make a long story longer, John had asked us if we wanted to get off at his stop and stay in one of his 5 Santiago properties for the day, have a shower etc. On arrival on the outskirts of Lima John again invited us in and us being too polite declined his offer as we didn´t want to put him out and we thought it would be difficult to get our bags out of the hold as we had told the driver we were going to our terminal.
When we arrived at 7am in Santiago bus terminal we took our many bags and found a spot inside to get ourselves organised. We were so distracted sorting out a scabby bag of food which we had been carrying around with us with packets of half used rice, pasta, herbs, biscuits, honey and the like that we weren´t paying attention. I was saying to Seamus to feck the whole bag in the bin but he insisted on sorting through it all and saving what we could. When all was sorted, we went to take our bags to the left luggage. Seamus turned to me and said ¨where´s my bag¨ I thought the usual ¨where you left it¨ but it wasn´t... the bag was gone. And not just any old bag, it was the one with the laptop, the card holding ALL our photos since we started the trip, cashmere sweaters, camera charger, and the Seamus´mega expensive camera lens which he bought in New York. The happy campers were suddenly not so happy. And worst of all it was our own fault!
Hence there are no photos to accompany this blog....
Of course then I had to go and try to explain to the bus depot security who sent us to the police, who sent us to the local police station where we spent half the morning with me trying to explain in pigeon Spanish what happened. It was great fun!
We tried to convince ourselves that worse things could happen, which they could. We got the metro into Santiago and wandered around a bit but our hearts weren´t in it. We got the bus to the airport where we had two yummy pisco sours and made a toast to how lucky we are to be on this fabulous adventure before boarding the plane for Lima and hopefully more positive adventures to come.
And the moral of the story is... never look a gift horse in the mouth. We will say yes to every genuine offer in future.