Huaraz, time to be de-westernified

I looked in my bag for my camera, It wasn’t there. I checked my suitcase, on my bed, around the room, nothing.

It had gone.

I immediately asked the people in my room if they had seen it, but nothing, after searching through everything I discovered my Ipod was also missing…

I asked for directions to the Police station, but I recieved a vague, i’ll come with you later response and I needed to get a police report sharpish for the insurance claim. I walked into the centre of Huaraz, Huaraz is a small town in the Andes mountains roughly 300 miles north of Lima, Peru. The town was beautiful and traditional, with the usual collection of randomers napping, talking or watching people sat around the square. 

 I was in mission mode, lolling through the square not making eye-contact nor speaking to anyone unless it was asking for directions. I found the police station, or I thought I had, it was actually a shed in the central town building, nice. 

I went in and explained the situation, they said to me, “What would you like us to write?” They were in a position to write anything I wanted and I knew they wouldn’t do anything to follow it up, they’d just file it. So I explained what happened and they wrote it all down, stamped it, signed it about 6 times and I had to go to the bank in the process for some reason. 

 I was quite annoyed but I got over it, I didn’t buy a new camera as they were about 3x more expensive in Peru than England, and I lived with not using my Ipod. I did, however, leave Huaraz a few days later to head north to Trujillo.

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