Have had a really crappy time in peru the last month, the whole country seemed to be out to take my money, then just last night, my cab driver to the airport gave me a polished rock for free from his home town (quillabamba) which he was very patriotic about. Its just a little rock, but it put a smile on my face that still there now
Anyone else receive random acts of kindness on their travels?
I know how you can feel in South America. Its a rotten feeling to be mugged or robbed or even just being continually fleeced, but all it takes are those random moments to restore your faith in the whole place.
I got so many presents from the South Americans I met it would take too long to list them. My favourites were a haematite necklace from Easter Island, a wooden jewellery box from Nazca, a kid in Chile gave me one of her teddies
And probably best of all was the CHilean guy who got my bag back for me when I was mugged on the street.
Hope the rest of your trip is enjoyable.
I received few email addresses from people whom I took their images in order to send them their images !
A nice lady I met at a Remembrance Day ceremony in Normandy whisked me to the beach at St-Aubin-Sur-Mer to see where my Grandfaher landed on D-Day. I hadn't been able to get there because of the crazy bus schedules. She also showed me routes the soldiers took and her B&B - and got me back in timme to catch my bus. One of my favourite travel memories.
I sent pictures to people one day too. Spent a few hours sitting on bells beach in oz taking pics of the surfers, then when they came out i got addresses and sent the pics to them a few days later.
On the last day of each of my first 3 visits to Montego Bay, the lifeguard for the resort would give me a rather large conch shell for my collection. I was always surprised and pleased with the gesture. I finally realized they were probably part of an exchange between my dad and the lifeguard. Norman smoked a brand of American cigarettes he couldn't get in Jamaica. Though I found out about it a few years later, my dad would bring along 5 cartons of cigarettes for Norman and ask that he keep an eye on me (I was 33 years old!). Each year, Norman would hand me the shell and tell me my dad was a good man. I see those shells every day and they still make me smile.
In Playa Barqueta, Panama we met an American missionary family who were taking a short vacation from their work in Costa Rica. There were only a handful of people at the resort so we always had one of the two pools to ourselves. Their oldest daughter was 10 and she hung out with us (in the pool and out) for most of our two-day stay. (We made a point to meet her parents so they wouldnt worry about her.) She had watched me collect shells on the beach and asked questions about the different animals that had lived in them. On the second afternoon, she left a small pile of shells tucked into my beach towel as a surprise. When I thanked her for them and said they were going home with me, she got the biggest smile on her face. I also won't forget her running after us to give us hugs after we'd said good bye to the whole family.
I once arrived late at night at the bus stand in the outskirts of Islamabad and had no idea where to stay or how to get there. So I went to the taxi stand and asked the drivers for a cheap place to stay. One of them invited me into his home, left me the master bedroom with the adjoining bathroom for my sole use, served me breakfast the next morning and then drove me to the campside he said was inside my budget...and wouldn't even want to hear about paying for the ride
Another time I had to get off the bus at Gorakhpur due to severe stomach cramps. I bearly made into the next hotel and a bed where the porter hold my hand the whole night and got me water and biscuit the next day...the kindness of strangers i guess
When on my way to a place near Gokarna I dropped my backpack off a small cliff before jumping myself. Unfortunately my bag toppled down, picked up speed and then disappeared over the next, much deeper drop into the jungle. Having arrived there myself two hours later a couple of guys were waiting for me to give me back my backpack
Could continue for some time with stories about people running after us with our pockets, tickets and so on