Pantalones

This is a story about my trousers.

After staying at the posh lodge in the jungle me and Emma spent the morning before the flight to La Paz canoeing down the River Beni. We found a rope swing on the way, I made like a monkey and soon got most of my clothes wet and, as I´ve mentioned before, they were busy drying in the hotel while were were flying back.

I have since spent much time on the phone to various people trying to get them back. The first lady in the hotel tells me that its impossible to send mail from Rurrenebaque (which seems possible but unlikely). I perservere, she gets bored and hands me over to the manager, who doesn´t speak any english either but is more friendly towards the gringo speak. He formulates a plan to give the trousers to America Land Tours in Rurrenebaque, who will give the trousers to a bus driver to be taken to La Paz (population 3 million or something, where it is possible to send mail on mondays, wednesdays and fridays, apparently). I phone up America Land Tours in Rurrenebaque and La Paz where the lady agrees to retrieve the trousers from the bus driver and post them to Santiago in Chile. The trousers arrive in La Paz without any difficulty that I notice and then the lady keeps wanting to send the trousers to where I´ve just been, before telling me it will be $45. Considering that we sent 5 kilos back to England for about $20 and the trousers arent worth more than $100 I suggest that she give them to a friend. She replies by saying that she doesn´t have a male friend at the moment. I figure it´s best to call it a day, but I could forward her email if anyone´s interested.