Since yesterday’s confusion had led us to discover the correct way out of Potosi toward Uyuni, we arose early, ready to head straight out of town. Duane pulled my bike out of the parking garage onto the street then went back for his. While I waited for him, an hombre came up to me, pointed to his cell phone, and asked me something in Spanish. I replied “no hablo Espanol”, but he kept babbling. Repeat “no hablo Espanol”. Finally he gave up and walked away. I thought he seemed like a bit of a jerk.
Turning back to my bike, my jaw dropped! My backpack was gone! It had been secured to the back seat with a cargo net, but the jerk’s partner in crime had sliced the net and grabbed the pack. I don’t believe it! We had read about these scam artists working in La Paz, but we were in the little town of Potosi. Grrrr…….. Gone were the electronic translator Tara and Dan gave us for Christmas, my control for my heated jacket liner, bug repellant, our cherished toilet paper, etc, etc. What a way to start the day. Did I say I want to go to Chile?!!!