Well, I did feel safe, until last night 4 British guys got back to the hostal after being mugged by 3 guys with guns on the same beach on which I'd been out running a few hours earlier. They've lost their passports, wallets, driving licences, flight tickets, everything. Although to be honest they should have read their guidebooks, which always say not to take anything with you to the beach, and not to visit at all at night.
I'm also starting to notice in loads of buildings signs that say "Zona Seguro en Casos de Sismos" (secure zones in case of earthquakes).
It'll be fine!
About Me
- Lucy
- About me. Hmm. I'm currently on a long-anticipated gap year after finishing a degree in Modern History and Politics at Oxford Uni. I kicked it off with a 9-week trip round East Africa in the summer with a friend, and now I'm going to try and cope without her for 6 months in South America. I've been wanting to do this for so long, I just hope it's as good as I've been building it up to be. Since Africa, I've been slaving away doing the breakfast (and every other) shift as a waitress in a naff local hotel, so it's got to be better than that. In the grand scheme of things (you know, career stuff) I'm still trying to figure out what to do with my life. But it's foolish to rush into these decisions, right?
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