Chapter 20 18 robbery

After riding all the way to Costa Rica, I flew to Ecuador in South America. Unexpectedly, few people know that the southernmost part of North America, Panama, is connected to the South American continent, which is as thin as a duodenum. There are only dense jungles and no roads at all.If you want to go to South America from here, you can only take a boat or fly. From Ecuador to the border of Peru, on the fifth day, I rode to a town of Piura.From here, there is a vast desert ahead, about 200 kilometers away from the next town, Chiclay, and there is almost no man's land in the middle. This is a difficult place, and it is exactly where Seiji-san mentioned that "sometimes robbers attack riders on bicycles".

For a person who rides alone on a bicycle, robbers are the greatest danger of the journey.They lie in ambush in sparsely populated places. If they do come across them, they can only raise their hands and beg them: "Please! Take whatever you like!" "Since it's so dangerous, why don't we just take the bus and skip this section?" The so-called smart people would probably say so. Indeed, it would be much easier this way, but I am a stubborn deadhead who insists on the principle of boring.Since the premise of the journey is to "ride around the world by bicycle", I hope that as long as there is still a road, I can move forward by bicycle.Rather than leaving a blank space when criss-crossing South America, it is better to take a risk and insist on riding the whole distance.a bit silly huh?But it can't be helped, that's just my personality.Therefore, I embarked on this journey with the semi-self-defeating mental preparation of "life and death are fate, we will talk about it when we meet".

I also went to the police station in Piura to ask a few policemen, "What's the actual situation?" Unexpectedly, everyone clapped their chests and assured: "No problem!" They also laughed and said that the number of patrols by police cars is very frequent now, and there is no need for them at all. Worry. Although I couldn't trust my intuition, I was more or less relieved, so I set off from Piura and broke into this desert area. The desert is very spectacular, with only endless white sand seas on both sides of the straight road.I admired the beauty in front of me, but at the same time felt a kind of loneliness that sent chills down my spine.In order to change my mood, I had to sing loudly while stepping on the bicycle.

The traffic here is very light, as expected, there is not a single patrol car in sight, and what about "frequent patrols". At four o'clock in the afternoon, the desert gradually turned yellow.I looked at the counter, starting from Piura, I rode about 80 kilometers.Considering the safety factor, it is better to stop early, hide behind the dunes, and set up a tent to rest.However, if you can ride 100 kilometers today, it will be much easier tomorrow. There are only 20 kilometers left, and it will be over at about five o'clock.No problem, that's what I thought then?????? I rode into sparse undergrowth and overgrown terrain, the sun was slanting and the sand was a deeper yellow.The grass and trees cast long shadows, and there are streaks on the sand. Look at the counter again, and there are still fifteen kilometers??????

Suddenly, a man suddenly appeared from the grass thirty meters ahead, and a chill came out of my body immediately. —Damn it, I was wrong! I really regret not stopping to rest just now.That man would never come to a place like this for a picnic alone, would he?Lost and don't know what to do?Less likely. The man in the black leather jacket and the red hat lowered to cover his face stood with his head down on the side of the asphalt road, motionless, and he didn't even look at me. While stepping on the bicycle, I asked myself fiercely in my heart: what should I do?Want to turn around and run away?But the other party must have a pistol, I don't want to be shot from behind in the middle of my escape!

The heartbeat was extremely violent, coming from deep in the ears.Please don't kill me, my journey has just begun and I haven't seen the ruins of Machu Picchu yet! When I was only ten meters away from him, he finally raised his head and looked around, as if checking whether there were other cars coming on the road. - It's over. I came up with this intuition, and at the same time, he took out a pistol with a black light from his arms, pointed the gun at me, and ran towards me like a ghost. "Wow ah ah ah!" I let out a terrified scream, and he also roared loudly, grabbing my neckline, and the pistol was already pressed against my stomach.

In an instant, there was only a blank space in front of my eyes. When I recovered, I realized that I hadn't been shot yet. He grabbed my collar, pulled it hard, and pulled me and the car towards the desert.Out of nowhere, two men appeared and ran towards me quickly, dragging me off the bicycle and pushing me into the grass. I was dragged and dragged by these three people to the depths of the desert, pushed down behind the dunes and lay on my stomach eating shit, with sand in my mouth, and then I was kicked several times on the side, and a lot of sand ran into my hair. At the moment of life and death, a strange thought flashed through my head:

——It will be troublesome to slap the sand off later. It's weird that they kick me and I don't feel any pain.If he cried out in pain, the robber's attack would probably ease up a bit, right?So I closed my eyes and screamed, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".However, the real me is as calm as standing on the sidelines from a distance. They tied my hands behind my back with ropes, and then my feet.I feel a little more at ease, probably won't kill me, otherwise why bother?If he wanted to kill, he would have shot.

I tried my best to say to them in a calm voice: "Please keep the bike!" As soon as I finished speaking, a rolled towel blocked my mouth, and the smell of the rag spread in my mouth. ——Wow, it's so dirty! There was really no tension at all.Is it true that no matter who is involved in this emergency situation, the senses will disappear without a trace? On the contrary, their flustered appearance is really funny.The red hat in the lead yelled at the other two, and they ran towards the bicycle. The red hat held the gun against me, and yelled frantically at the two who snatched the bicycle: "rapido! rapido! (Hurry up! Hurry up!)" Makes one really want to tell them: ok ok, calm down!

However, although I am calm, something has been disturbing me since just now: in neighboring Chile, a Japanese male tourist was gang-raped by three local men. There are also three people here, not to mention that my prey is still tied up with a rope! The other two looked back, and the three began to argue violently.Suddenly, the red hat bent down beside me, stretched out his hand, and pulled down my cycling leggings. ——Move, do it! "I beg you, please don't!" He found the pocket of valuables I had tied in my trousers, pulled it out and snatched it away, then stood up.With half of my butt bare, I felt so relieved that my whole body collapsed.

——You didn’t intend to rape me. However, he was relieved for a moment, he took two or three steps forward, and then walked back as if thinking of something.Then, put his hand on my pants again. "Shut up, stop it!" He helped me pull up my pants. Do you think it's pitiful for me to lie naked in the desert?Then all three ran away. Maybe, they are actually not bad???????