After for travelling for 60 odd days, things are going to be undoubtedly lost, broken or forgotten, regardless how hard you try to avoid it.
The count thus far is:
My swimming costume: in attempt to dry them faster, Ale thought blow drying my tankini would be a clever idea, until we discovered he'd burnt numerous holes in the bottoms. I'm still wearing them with much embarrassment until I can find a replacement pair.
Sofia's sunglasses: somewhere in California. No idea when they disappeared. They just went walkabout, never to be heard of again. They were replaced with a cool little flowery red pair in Sonoma, which subsequently got crunched under my boot in Ushuaia just as I stepped forward to help Ale put on the backpack holding Sofia and they slipped from her hand. Beautiful timing. She's still wearing them with a stack of sticky tape holding them together.
My sunglasses: disappeared, so we bought a really cool red pair in Santa Barbara. They disappeared in Cordoba, Argentina one night, but I found my original ones again. Have to say, kinda miss my red ones....
Ale's sunglasses: while taking a 'wildlife photographer of the year shot', they slowly slid off his head and plopped into a creek in El Calafate. All in slow motion. Quickly replaced with a really cool new black pair, which accidently snapped in my pocket while trekking in Ushuaia. A bit of super glue later, they still remain unfixed with a lovely blob of super glue still on the lens. Every now and then the lens pops out, leaving us with Pirate Ale.
2 x T-shirts: shrunk when our laundry was done in Buenas Aires. I passed them onto the lovely French girls in our B&B in Mendoza
1 x pink singlet shirt: shrunk in the laundry but I'be kept it - just in case I have an urge to have something cut in under my arms
1x long sleeve shirt: yep, you guessed it, shrunk in the wash. It now just accentuates how long my arms really are
My CK jeans: same tragic end as the other clothing. Shrunk in the wash. Happy birthday Dan, 3 guesses what your pressie is
Sofia's Winnie the Poo hat: blown off the Hop on/Hop off bus in Buenas Aires. We watched it flouff off down the main road as the bus drove away. Replaced in El Calafate by a new denim hat.
Pair of earrings: one of the pair simply disappeared the first afternoon in Buenas Aires. So sad...
1 x red trolley bag: pull out handle broken, pull things on the zippers gone. Makes opening and closing rather difficult
1 x blue trolley bag: pull out handle broken. Bummer. The whole point of having a trolley bag, now gone
That's it for now. Fingers crossed the count stops here....
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