Thursday, September 1, 2011

Bolivian Cell Phone Curse

I really don´t understand how I can go my whole life in the US never having lost a cell phone, and leave my cell phone in a taxi/trufi THREE times in the past year here. Luckily once I got it back, but the one I left in the trufi on the way to the airport on Wednesday will not be coming back. The worst part was I realized as soon as I closed the door to the trufi that it had fallen out of my pocket, but I couldn´t stop it in time and just watched as it drove away. As Jen said, that´s the most annoying thing about losing cell phones in Cocha - even though you know exactly where you left it people are so eager to re-sell cellphones on the blackmarket that you might as well have absolutely no idea where it could be.

Also, man who has my phone, if you wanted to sell it and keep it, why did you answer it the first time we tried to call it and then hang up once you realized it was me asking for my phone back? Did you think you would make a new friend from a friend of the person whose cell phone you weren´t planning on returning? Really. I think not.

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