Chapter 41 Section 3

Shaking for over an hour on the bus.I never felt like the car was heading in the direction of San Jose.After a while, the bus stopped in an open space in a small town, and the driver gestured for the passengers to get off.We got out of the car and saw the same bus parked in the open space. "I said, where is this?" Xuezi asked. "I just know it's not San Jose," I said. The uncle who sold snacks pointed to another bus and said to us: "San Jose, San Jose." It seemed to let us take it. "Oh." I sighed. "This seems to be the opposite terminal of San Jose."

"Ah? That means I'm going to take the bus again and return the same way?" "It seems so." "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu like Xuezi. The other passengers gathered around one after another, and the uncle explained to them what happened to us. Although I couldn't understand what he said, everyone gave us sympathetic eyes. An old man found two Coke bottles from nowhere, got some water from a nearby sewer, and handed them to us, saying "water, water," as if asking us to drink it. After taking the bottle, I swallowed involuntarily.The water in the bottle was reddish brown and very cloudy, and within a short while, some black things settled on the bottom of the bottle.It probably doesn't matter to the locals, but outsiders will probably have diarrhea once they drink it.

"Just pretend to be drinking." I said to Yukiko in Japanese, bringing the mouth of the bottle to my mouth.The old man seemed very proud of having done a great favor to the poor Asian, and nodded heavily with his chest out. The bus finally left.I gestured to the driver to ask what time it was, as I thought he must know the exact moment.But after asking for a long time, I only got a vague answer of "about 4:30". After another hour and a half of bumping with the broken bus, we finally returned to San Jose.I tried to get a taxi back to the hotel, but no one passed by.It was getting dark, the pedestrians on the road became rare, and the shops selling snacks along the street were also proofreading.This is a disaster, and I gradually feel uneasy in my heart, but suddenly there is a greeting from behind.Turning around, I saw a police car parked there.

A policeman poked his head out of the car window and said something to us in Spanish, as if asking what trouble we were having. I'm lucky this time, I thought to myself, and quickly explained the ins and outs of the matter.After the police listened, they gestured for us to sit in the back seat of the police car. "This is finally saved." Xuezi and I looked at each other and took a breath of relief. I thought the police would take us directly back to the police station, but I didn't expect him to drive a police car around the town and stop at the side of the road from time to time, saying something to passers-by.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" I talked to him cautiously, but got no answer. After more than an hour, the policeman stopped the car again, talking to a white woman.The woman was wearing a tight jacket and was about forty years old.After talking to the police for a few words, she got in the car and sat next to us, then smiled at us, and asked in English: "What trouble are you two encountering?" I just feel very kind. After listening to our account, she said, "That's unfortunate." Then she made a statement to the police in Spanish.The police responded and started the police car.

"The next step is to go to the police station." The woman said. "Why didn't he take us there directly? I have already told what happened just now." After hearing this, she gave a wry smile. "He can't understand English. But judging by your looks, you can roughly guess what happened. That's why I asked you to get in the car first, and then find someone who can speak English to be an interpreter, so that I can understand your words. encounter." "Ah—" I felt as if all the strength in my body had been drained. "All the money was taken away?"

"No, there are some left here." I opened my pocket and took out a small wallet containing a few Canadian dollars.But the wallet was not zipped up, and a few coins fell to the ground.I hurried to pick it up, and the woman leaned over to help. "Are you from Canada?" she asked looking at the coins. "yes." "I have a lot of friends in Canada," she said, putting the coins back in my wallet. After seven o'clock, we finally arrived at the dilapidated police station. At this time, it had been more than five hours since we were robbed.The young police officer who took the statement would have looked like a cocoa vendor at a market were it not for his uniform.He listened to the incident somewhat casually, probably thinking that after such a long time, it would be difficult to catch the prisoner again.The woman acted as an interpreter for us the whole time.During the conversation, I learned that she is a lawyer. Although she is not beautiful, she is like a god to us.

After about thirty minutes, we finished recording the statement, and the police pointed to Xuezi and said something.To be precise, she pointed to the binoculars hanging on her chest. "He asked you robbers if you had touched this telescope," said the female lawyer. "I'm not sure about that," Xuezi said. "Why do you ask this?" I asked. "The robber's fingerprints may be left, so he wants you to hand it over to the police station first." "Then let's hand it in first. We don't know whether the prisoner has touched it." Hearing what I said, her expression was a bit complicated: "Although this is your freedom, I think it's better not to hand it over to the police."

"why?" "Because he probably won't return it to you." Surprised, I looked over to the young officer, who was staring greedily at Yukiko's binoculars.I glanced at the female lawyer again, and she had that "that's how the police are here" look on her face. "I remember," I said. "They haven't touched it." It's better to put it this way, she nodded and translated for us.The policeman said nothing. After taking the statement, the police took us back to the hotel in a police car.The female lawyer left us her phone number before she left, and told us to go to her again when we were in trouble.

At around 8:30, we finally got back to the hotel.I really wanted to go back to the room right away, and fell headlong on the bed, but the room key was taken away.We ran to the lobby, and the waiters all opened their eyes wide in surprise when they saw our muddy mess. This is a hotel run by a Japanese, and a Japanese waiter received us. "This kind of thing is really rare!" The waiter surnamed Sato said with emotion, "I have never heard of such unlucky things happening to Japanese tourists." "But what we encountered was real." Xuezi said angrily. "Well, that's right, you wouldn't joke about this kind of thing. But why would you go into that kind of forest alone? Ordinary tourists wouldn't do that."

"I heard that the law and order in Costa Rica is not bad." I said. "This is indeed a good place." Sato immediately opened his eyes wide and said seriously: "Costa Rica is the safest country in Central and South America, and we really hope to receive more Japanese tourists. The incident you encountered is definitely an exception. If So you think Costa Rica is a messy country, and we're in trouble." His tone was very fierce, as if he was afraid that we would make a big publicity when we returned to Japan. I didn't bother to talk to him, so I just asked him to change our room. Although the two thieves would not have the audacity to stay in this hotel, as long as we think of the room key in their hands, we will be very unhappy. When I entered the room, I took off my clothes and fell on the bed. I really wanted to sleep like this, but now was not the time.I asked Xuezi to take a shower first, and then called the credit card company and the traveler's check issuing agency respectively, told about the experience of being robbed, and completed the relevant procedures. Then, I called my secretary, Grace. "Hello." The familiar dull and gloomy voice came from the receiver. "It's me." "Oh, it's you, Ted." Ted is my English name. Her tone didn't change at all when she heard my voice, it was even more lazy. I explained things as succinctly as possible and asked her to fax the copy of my passport that was in the drawer of my desk to the hotel tomorrow morning. "I'll fax you a copy of the passport tomorrow morning, OK." She said in a businesslike manner, without asking a single word about our tragic experience.I really doubt that she didn't understand the seriousness of the situation after all. After dealing with these matters one by one, I put down the phone, only to feel that I was swallowed up by great exhaustion in an instant.I want to get up and take a shower, but my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and finally I don't know anything.