I was meant to be up at 3am this morning for a two day trek to Colca Canyon. Instead I find myself unable to speak pointing at things in the Pharmacy, Paddy ordering me drugs and with that horrible feeling in the stomach you get when your really good camera has been nicked. Someone is taking a razor blade to my trachea and all I’ve got is a little packet of pills, some kind of throat spray and a handlful of lozengers. I don’t fancy my odds. Once again however the benefit of prescription free medecine is obvious, when all I have to do is open my mouth, reveal my huge Uvula, and I’m being handed high strength anti-biotics. Useful if (when) I need some viagra.
The rest of the day is spent faffing around feeling sorry for myself and looking for a new camera. A decent DSLR or bridge camera here can set you back nearly double what you could pick it up for over the internet at home. That’s including the obligatory bartering down and a memory card thrown in. I can’t buy the one I want, and as I’m heading to the canyon tomorrow, I need to pick something up otherwise I’ll have no pictures at all. I settle for a Sony compact number for what would be around £165. A foolish check on Amazon later revels it to be worth around £85. I didn’t really have much choice. What did we learn? Don’t leave your camera in a plastic bag on your bed, and violently assault anyone you catch stealing.
Just on that note I bounce a plan off Paddy to exact revenge. Obviously I have no idea as to the whereabouts of this low life, but I could organise some kind of trap so take my aggression out on another one. How much would you love to walk in to find some cretin with their hand on you iPad? What about you return to the room just in time to catch the little wanker lifting your mates debit card? What would you do? How would you react? After having a stupid amount of stuff stolen from me during this trip, I’d have to say I would find it pretty hard not to beat them within an inch of their life. I wouldn’t care if they were bigger or ‘harder’ than me, it would just be the principle of the thing. I despise thieves.
I’ve decided therefore to utilise these two fake notes I have procured. I will casually leave them lying around, in the hope to either catch someone lifting them, or, if I miss the deed, at least know there is dishonesty in the vacinity. Granted it is entrapment, and most thieves are opportunists, some not at all until the escapable moment arises, but nonetheless I might get some small amount of payback. I’ll let you know how it goes. Or I would if I hadn’t lost the forged notes. They were probably stolen.
To catch a thief
I was meant to be up at 3am this morning for a two day trek to Colca Canyon. Instead I find myself unable to speak pointing at things in the Pharmacy, Paddy ordering me drugs and with that horrible feeling in the stomach you get when your really good camera has been nicked. Someone is taking a razor blade to my trachea and all I’ve got is a little packet of pills, some kind of throat spray and a handlful of lozengers. I don’t fancy my odds. Once again however the benefit of prescription free medecine is obvious, when all I have to do is open my mouth, reveal my huge Uvula, and I’m being handed high strength anti-biotics. Useful if (when) I need some viagra.
The rest of the day is spent faffing around feeling sorry for myself and looking for a new camera. A decent DSLR or bridge camera here can set you back nearly double what you could pick it up for over the internet at home. That’s including the obligatory bartering down and a memory card thrown in. I can’t buy the one I want, and as I’m heading to the canyon tomorrow, I need to pick something up otherwise I’ll have no pictures at all. I settle for a Sony compact number for what would be around £165. A foolish check on Amazon later revels it to be worth around £85. I didn’t really have much choice. What did we learn? Don’t leave your camera in a plastic bag on your bed, and violently assault anyone you catch stealing.
Just on that note I bounce a plan off Paddy to exact revenge. Obviously I have no idea as to the whereabouts of this low life, but I could organise some kind of trap so take my aggression out on another one. How much would you love to walk in to find some cretin with their hand on you iPad? What about you return to the room just in time to catch the little wanker lifting your mates debit card? What would you do? How would you react? After having a stupid amount of stuff stolen from me during this trip, I’d have to say I would find it pretty hard not to beat them within an inch of their life. I wouldn’t care if they were bigger or ‘harder’ than me, it would just be the principle of the thing. I despise thieves.
I’ve decided therefore to utilise these two fake notes I have procured. I will casually leave them lying around, in the hope to either catch someone lifting them, or, if I miss the deed, at least know there is dishonesty in the vacinity. Granted it is entrapment, and most thieves are opportunists, some not at all until the escapable moment arises, but nonetheless I might get some small amount of payback. I’ll let you know how it goes. Or I would if I hadn’t lost the forged notes. They were probably stolen.