Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later, but your intrepid travelers were robbed last night. No one was hurt, except our pride and sense of trust. We were walking down a busy street, a street we had walked many times before over the last 6 days, when a taxi (that’s right, a clearly marked taxi) pulled over behind us. Two men in ski masks jumped out and grabbed Laura’s purse, sending her careening into me. We both ended up sprawled on the ground. The pendajos jumped back into their cab and sped away, leaving us a bit bruised and bewildered. Ten years of traveling together and this is the first time anything like this has happened.

We made it back to the apartment, with some help from neighbors, and assessed the situation. We lost about $20 in cash, credit cards (which were quickly canceled), and Laura’s Iphone, which was also quickly disabled. They didn’t get much for their effort.

To prove to ourselves we were OK, the next day we got back out and toddled around as normal. Bought Laura a new purse, and generally moved on. Lima is a good place, with many good honest people. What happened could have happend in any large city in the US. Sometimes bad shit happens, it’s what you do with it that matters. I for one am not going to let it stop me in an manner.

“No podemos estar seguros de tener algo por lo que vivir si no estamos dispuestos a morir por ello.” ~Che Guevara