After only one night in Pisco we took the local bus (together with all 17 of our rucksacks) to Ica, then taxis to Huanchaco. This is where the fun really started. The only sore point about this place occurred before we´d even walked through the door to our hotel. As our taxi pulled up to the hotel, I made the critical mistake of paying the taxi fare before we had emptied the boot. As we stepped out, the driver pulled the door closed and rapidly pulled off with all of Aaron´s possessions stashed in the back. Aaron gave chase in another taxi, but his bag was long gone.
Unfortunately this wasn´t the first thing to be lost on our expedition. On an average week at least two members of our group will complain of getting something stolen (mainly cameras, jewellery, clothing and money). It´s crazy, but it really takes something as extreme as this to faze us (hence the mention here). In Mancora, James, a friend often assumed to be my brother (based on charm and good looks, I´m sure...), had his wristwatch stolen poolside. Later that day we found it nailed to a wall as a wall clock in a family´s front room. James walked in and removed it. The family barely bashed an eyelid.
Theft is so common here, as the possessions that mean so little to us are worth a month´s wages to the average Peruvian. Aaron´s main regret in losing his luggage was that it contained a travel journal with two years worth of entries and souvenirs; the only thing that couldn´t be sold.


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Havent checked for a while, looks like its still going amazing!
I just wanted to say happy birthday for Sat, sorry I couldnt say it on sat but my comp was playing up!
I was thinking of ya bud.
Speak soon.
PS are you still on target for thailand?
John
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