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Here's an exciting story for y'all...
Last night, I was mugged on the streets of Peru. A group of interns decided to go out for pizza. We took a taxi to the restaurant and as we were standing around paying the driver I suddenly felt a yank on my purse. Within half a second, I knew what was happening to me. I turned around to grab my purse back, yelled "Dammit!" at the top of my lungs and began chasing the guy. I nearly caught him when the thought occurred to me "What the hell am I going to do if I catch this guy?" So I gave up for fear of being retaliated against and turned around defeated. The whole situation cost me my driver's license, credit cards, $400 camera, and 50 soles ($15 US dollars).
So, today, in an attempt to get my camera back, I drove with 3 Peruvian men to the black market. We were not allowed to get out of the car and I had to lock my door. We pulled up, the market guard came and talked to us in a very mafiaish manner. He had a large whip tucked in the back of his pants. Much discussion occurred and phone numbers were exchanged. I was told I would receive a call later when my camera was found. Upon receiving a phone call, the price for my camera will be negotiated, and I will buy my camera back...hopefully.
In the meantime, feel free to start a "camera for SJ" fund...
Last night, I was mugged on the streets of Peru. A group of interns decided to go out for pizza. We took a taxi to the restaurant and as we were standing around paying the driver I suddenly felt a yank on my purse. Within half a second, I knew what was happening to me. I turned around to grab my purse back, yelled "Dammit!" at the top of my lungs and began chasing the guy. I nearly caught him when the thought occurred to me "What the hell am I going to do if I catch this guy?" So I gave up for fear of being retaliated against and turned around defeated. The whole situation cost me my driver's license, credit cards, $400 camera, and 50 soles ($15 US dollars).
So, today, in an attempt to get my camera back, I drove with 3 Peruvian men to the black market. We were not allowed to get out of the car and I had to lock my door. We pulled up, the market guard came and talked to us in a very mafiaish manner. He had a large whip tucked in the back of his pants. Much discussion occurred and phone numbers were exchanged. I was told I would receive a call later when my camera was found. Upon receiving a phone call, the price for my camera will be negotiated, and I will buy my camera back...hopefully.
In the meantime, feel free to start a "camera for SJ" fund...
posted by Sara Joy at 4:58 PM
2 Comments:
SJ, you make a man wanna speak spanish
(in case you dont get my pop culture reference due to your out of country locale, its Shakira's hit song "My Hips Dont Lie")
that is very intense. i love that you actually went to the black market. next time you're there, maybe you could get me something...maybe a shirt that says, "Someone that loves me very much went to the Black Market and got me this shirt".
I too fought against thieves recently...I got my stuff back, but stealing is so lame. The complete story is on my xanga if you want to read it.
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