I’m a little over halfway through my Peru trip! I’m currently sitting in a hammock in the Amazon jungle. It’s beautiful here and I don’t want to leave.
Three days ago we were in Puno near, Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world. It was great but it was cold. The air was thin and I think I was allergic to the alpaca blanket in the hotel or something because I hadn’t stopped coughing in two days. Needless to say, I was thrilled to land in the warm, thick-aired jungle three days ago.
A taxi picked us up and took us to our “hotel,” which was this little cabin at this lodge in the middle of the jungle. Our host was incredibly sweet and greeted us with freshly squeezed pineapple juice. We decided to spend the evening in town to find some wifi and secure a few travel plans. We had our lodge call a taxi. He dropped us off at the plaza and 30 seconds after he drove away, I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I’d left it in the cab.
I was panicked. I knew the longer the taxi was gone, the less likely I was to ever find it again. We found a pay phone that took approximately 283 tries before it took my money and tried to call our hostel, but the number we had “no existencia” – didn’t exist. Joe suggested we go to Yakari, a jungle tour group we needed to see anyway about some activities later in the week. We did and told them what had happened.
“Oh was the driver a skinny guy?” The receptionist asked.
“Ya!” we replied.
“Oh yeah, I know who that is.”
Apparently Kapievi, the place we were staying, uses the same taxi driver a lot, and in this small town, this was common knowledge. The Yakari woman made a few phone calls and the next thing I knew, we had found my phone. The taxi was far away and wouldn’t be back until later that night, but he would drop my phone at the Yakari office when he arrived.
I couldn’t believe it. I had been sure my phone was gone, but they had found it and were really worried about helping me. Everyone in the touring office, lodge, and taxi driver were working to get me my phone back.
There’s nothing quite like losing something and being at the total mercy of others to feel completely comfortable in a place.
As annoying as losing my phone was and as mad as I was at myself for it, I don’t know if there’s any better way to feel at ease. The jungle had welcomed me, scatter-brained and all.