Chapter 21 19 on the bus

At least I kept my virginity, but the secret bag containing my passport and all my belongings was robbed, not to mention my hands and feet were tied with ropes and thrown into the desert.Because his hands were tied behind his back, he couldn't untie it by himself.As the sun set, the desert shone golden, and I began to worry. The desert was quite cold at night, and it would be miserable at night if it continued like this. After working hard for almost fifteen minutes, I finally untied the rope.Because I deliberately kept my wrists apart when I was tied up, the rope was a little loose. I walked towards the road, and although I was relieved when I saw the bicycle, I found that the six storage bags on the bicycle were all missing, and I couldn't help but sigh deeply.Not only my passport and cash, but all my camping supplies, cameras, clothes, medicines and tools, all my equipment was taken away.

Is it because the bike is too big for the robber's car?Or did I beg them to "just stop stealing the bike" and it worked?In any case, I was saved, and the journey did not end there. A pile of debris was scattered beside the bicycle, probably dropped when they snatched the hanging bag, and the panic of the robbers was clearly revealed.Of course nothing of value was left, just pens and towels and the like.I slowly picked them up one by one, feeling more and more empty.Unexpectedly, an unbelievable thing fell on the ground-my wallet. ——Well, anyway, all the money in it has been taken away.

While thinking this way, I opened my wallet?????? No way, it’s still there! This wallet is what I usually use for my change, and it only has about two hundred dollars in it, but what the hell is going on here? Could it be that the robber left it for me out of sympathy?This idea immediately came to my mind, after all, the other party kindly helped me pull up my pants. Not long after, I found out that even the counter mounted on the handlebar of the bicycle had been pulled out, and I realized that I was too naive.These robbers killed them all and robbed me completely, so naturally they would not have any sympathy.Maybe the wallet just fell out of their pocket and landed soundlessly on the sand, so they didn't notice?

Even so, it is really a fluke, with two hundred dollars, I can still meet my living expenses for the past few days. Picking up the scattered debris, I went to the side of the road and tried to hitch a ride. The most important thing is to go to the next town to call the police. After waiting for a while, I finally passed a passenger car. I gave a thumbs up, and the other party did not slow down at all, and drove away without looking back.It's the center of the robber-infested zone, just a meek thumbs up, and no one would stop at all. Then a truck came and I ran into the middle of the road, waving my hands like hell and shouting:

"Stop!" This is no different from highway robbery, but I can't care less about face.The truck stopped, and an old man poked his head out from the driver's seat, showing a surprised expression.He had a sympathetic face after listening to me tell the story, "If you don't mind sitting in the back, get in the car!" The wind was blowing, and I stared blankly at the desert scenery passing by at a high speed in front of me, thinking about what was robbed of me.The most painful thing is the address book, I am so stupid, I should have written down the backup and sent it back to my hometown in Japan regularly.John.Haixi, Kiyoda-kun, Jim, Seiji-san, and many other faces appeared before his eyes.I made many friends during the trip, but the connection was broken like this.

As if mocking me, on this day, the desert deliberately showed its beautiful side.As the sun sets, the sky turns pink, and so does the desert.For some reason, there is no sense of reality at this moment, I just look at this pink world in a trance. It was dark when we arrived in Chiclayo, and the man who drove the truck let me sleep in his hotel room, and even served dinner.Although the other party was taciturn, his eyes were gentle. The next day, saying goodbye to my old man, I walked into the police station in Chiclayo.In order to apply for overseas travel safety insurance claims, a police report is required, that is, the other party must issue a certificate of being robbed.

Unexpectedly, the police who received the report said: "The place where you were robbed is closer to Piura, go to the police station over there." "It's so stupid! It's just to write a report, why do I have to go back two hundred kilometers!" But the other party completely ignored my protest, even if he called his superior, the reaction was still the same.I was so angry that I was going crazy, so I had no choice but to take the bus back to Piura indignantly.The local police station was also unclear about the situation, and my case was being played like a football among several units.Finally, an idiot police officer said:

"If you want the kind of document you're talking about, bring me a hundred pesos." Ask me for a bribe. "I've been robbed completely, you bastards still want to get money from me?" I freaked out and started yelling, and then I felt like I was miserable as hell.Finally, I got the report at ten o'clock in the evening. In order to fight against these stupid policemen, I was exhausted physically and mentally, so I made an unreasonable request: "I will stay here tonight!" I accepted it, and I successfully lodged in the police station. The meeting room is my bedroom tonight.Lying down alone in this empty, dark room, I sighed deeply.As my emotions gradually stabilized, my body began to tremble. Until now, I didn't realize how terrifying everything I had experienced was.The bloodshot eyes of the robber and the feeling of the cold muzzle pressing against my stomach came back again. My chest was so tight that I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t sleep no matter what.

The next day, I took a night bus to the capital Lima, which is 800 kilometers away.Losing the passport and all the equipment, it is almost impossible to continue riding. At least part of the equipment can be bought in Lima, and more importantly, it is necessary to apply to the Japanese embassy for a replacement passport. The bus is more luxurious and comfortable than I imagined. It moves forward at high speed in the desert at night, just like gliding.Lying on my back on the bus seat, looking at the scene outside the window in a daze, I felt as if I had been blown by a violent storm, and I was completely hollowed out.

The darkness outside the window is unbelievably deep, it seems that if you keep watching, your whole soul will be sucked into the darkness.Suddenly, I found out——I was still alive. It was like a new realization.Under the circumstances at that time, even if I was killed by the robbers, there was nothing I could do, but now I am still alive?????? A powerful force emerged. I'm alive.As long as I'm alive, nothing can trouble me. Feeling alive and connected to possibility in my life, like the sun finally shining in and a vast field of vision unfolding before my eyes, is so nostalgic.

The bus was struggling to move forward in the endless darkness. It was late at night, and my eyes were still wide open, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.The mood is so high that it seems that I can ride the bike and start immediately, and the body is full of vitality.Finally, I gave up on falling asleep, looked out the car window at night, and fell into the memories of the past.