People have asked us what we bring along for our multi month international trips in our ultra light pack. We each carry two packs, a larger REI ultralight and a daypack and they creep up to 25 pounds. For clothing, we generally have three pairs of socks and underwear, a bandana and handkerchief, three light quick dry shirts, two pairs of zip-off river pants, long sleeve nylon shirt, light pair of shorts for sleeping, belt and money belt, R1 Patagonia jacket, a rain jacket, bathing suit, sunhat, and pair of capilene lightweight long underwear for warmth, snorkeling, or use as pajamas. Our gear includes terrific Black Diamond carbon Z trekking poles, snorkel, mask, and watershoes (and a tiny container of dish soap for defogging), waterproof bag and pouch, headlamp, powerful lightweight flashlight for night safaris, tiny UV light for exploration and finding bed bug residue, Indonesian batik silk bedliners, our Luci tablelamp (you must see them to believe them), mosquito head netting, leatherman, small Swiss Army knives, tiny amount of duct tape, binoculars, assorted stuff sacks, sea bands, exercise bands, small lock and key for hostel lockers, headphones, short hiking gaiters, backpack raincover, ultralight travel umbrellas, neck pillow, key ring lights, maps, thank you cards, and pencil and small pad. For electronics, we have an iPad, two iPhones, and two cameras and the necessary assorted cords. As John Hausdoerffer would put it, we are a walking pharmacy, prepared with an assortment of over the counter and prescription medications and sunscreen (100SPF) and insect repellent. We also have a small first aid kit with blood clotting powder, steri strips for sutures, skin glue, Benadryl, Epipen, and silver bandages. Water and snacks, especially Sally's famous gorp with mint M&Ms are part of our load as well. Nail clippers, toiletries, glasses and contacts are included. Ziplocks and plastic bags are invaluable. When we travel in cold places, we have more winter gear. And then, there are our irreplaceable orthotics, hiking shoes, and beloved Chaco sandals.
So back to the Chacos! How did not one, but two pairs of Sally's Chacos come to wander Central America, traveling from place to place without her? It started with her selflessly agreeing to carry our laundry during our border crossing from Palenque, Mexico to Flores, Guatemala. We arranged the transport with a company which has different drivers on both sides of the border. It was smooth, until we arrived at Flores and realized to make room for the laundry, Sally had accidentally left out her Chacos. Over the next few days, including three extra ones, we stayed in great hope and yearning, while our hostel owner, two hotel clerks, the sons of two angry Latino ladies, a local guide and countless shuttle drivers blamed each other, called each other names, and all claimed the Chacos were delivered to the next person. Sadly, after a week of perseverance and pleading, we gave up on seeing Sally's trusted companions, knowing they likely had new souls with different soles treading in her old friends. There was a moment of renewed Chaco hope in Guatemala when Jess discovered that a small store improbably in the middle of nearby Santa Elena, sold Chacos. In two years of travel, the only other place we have seen them was in Darwin, Australia at an army surplus store. We were amazed at our good fortune until we realized they had only men's size 11s and larger. Even duct tape could not help Sally reconcile 5 sizes.
With resignation and a real sense of loss, we ordered new ones sent to Sally's sister. We asked friends of friends in Belize City to receive two packages for us, a new bank card and our FedEx international express pair of Chacos. The $176 shipping charge was a lot, but these are Chacos, after all. There were a few delays, unexpected complications, and bank card issues, but finally, we heard that two packages arrived at Belize City..., a few hours after we left the city to sail down the Belizean coast. Sally wandered the seas in bare feet and hiking shoes coveting Jess's Chacos as we strolled on coral sand beaches. We arrived well south of Belize City to learn to our joy that for a few dollars, a local air service would courier our two packages to a local airstrip. More logistics, the kindness of new friends and strangers and the package arrived. Sally was dumbstuck when what was handed to her was a single, flat envelope, which we were to find out, held two bank cards (the bank sent 4 in the end, another long story and clusterama). Jess found her sitting on the bed in quiet despair staring at the flat Chacoless envelope certain her sandals were cursed. Her sister Sandy offered another explanation, suggesting that the sandals were not cursed, rather just being rebellious and wayward or possibly contrary and recalcitrant.
Puzzled, we checked online, following the journey of Sally's Chacos across both North and Central America to find they were being held hostage at customs in Belize City. Despite her sister paying maximum expedited international shipping charges, strange messages appeared on FedEx tracking such as "Customer has not paid for expedited customs clearance" and "Contact third party courier" with none listed. Neither talking to nor visiting FedEx online elucidated the issue. But our local friend in Belize City helpfully explained that when she receives packages from DHL or FedEx, they call her for more money to release them.
So the tale of two Chacos pairs ends with a reunion for one and a peregrination for the other. We received another text, news that there was a package on a plane, and to our delight a new pair of Chacos will walk the Jaguar Reserve at Cockscomb Basin and enter Guatemala and Honduras with us, securely on Sally's feet.
Posted in Placencia, Belize. Images are of one of our sets of travel gear, our Luci lamp, Sally's surprise at her package delivery, and one of the last pictures of Sally's lost soles.
Really. Your packs are very cleverly disguised as Mary Poppins bags! Now that Stuart and I are packing for our short, one month walk-about, we're taking notes from you two. I'm feeling your pain, Sally, about the Chacos. Even good socks can't make up for this loss.
ReplyDeleteYou remain my heros! I love your stories for so many reasons...today I am especially grateful for the memories of Belize they have evoked in my own olde brain.
ReplyDeleteCaryn, Sally would still be Chacoless without you and Elizabeth and a lady called Jacki. Thanks again for the help!
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