Yes, you read that correctly…
Not first week.
Not even first year.
MY FIRST DAY IN COLOMBIA!
And it’s true, a part of me was ready to pack up and leave less than 24 hours after landing. The emotional rollercoaster of my first day in Colombia had left me completely shell-shocked!
With Spanish classes at The Whee Institute starting at 2pm, I decided to head out that morning to grab a local SIM card. After a slow start, heading out that morning turned into heading out that afternoon…just before class.
Upon finally finding a phone shop, the store attendee informed me that they were out of SIM cards and I needed to go to another shop <insert sad, dejected face here>. By this time, I needed to start making my way to class so I decided to save the SIM card for another day.
I left the phone shop and walked to the restaurant next door. Since there was no time to eat at that point, I simply stole borrowed their Wi-Fi and ordered an Uber.
Five minutes passed by…
10 minutes passed by…
“Sorry your Uber driver has cancelled.”
I ordered another Uber and, like déjà vu, the outcome was almost identical.
Five minutes passed by…
“Sorry your Uber driver has cancelled!”
After two failed Uber attempts, my projected time of arrival was just after 2pm, so I decided to flag down a cab. I showed him the school address and we were on our way. My first solo cab ride in Colombia! Weaving through traffic, I whipped out my phone to record video and capture the experience—
Once we arrived I sat my phone down on the seat, took out some money, paid the driver, said thank you, and hopped out.
As soon as I closed the door I realized something—I never actually picked my phone back up after paying the driver. Watching the cab drive away, I did what any logical, able-bodied human being would do: took off running and screaming after it!
Believe it or not, I kept up for 4 blocks, until he turned onto a main avenue and I knew I couldn’t keep pace. I flagged down another cab, pointed ahead, and said:
“Follow that car!”
I had always wanted to use that line; however, I never imagined it would be under such circumstances. Also…that line only works if your driver speaks English. In my case, he just kinda looked at me like—wtf—and then proceeded to go nowhere. I lost sight of the taxi, and that was that.
The emotional rollercoaster of my first day in Colombia: no local currency AND a lost phone. A lost phone that also happened to house my credit card, debit card, and even US driver’s license in its case.
How would the rest of the week fare??? Stay tuned to find out!
Comment below if you’ve ever lost anything while traveling.