The Magic Hat

Before I left for the trek in October 2012, I bought myself a wide-brimmed hat. It was cheap, maybe $20 at a local Mark’s Work Wearhouse (where I was working at the time).

That hat has become to be known as my Magic Hat.

Why, you ask? (Yes, please ask. Work with me here, people.) I never pulled rabbits or any other rodent out of it.

I lost the thing three times and each time I got it back.

The first time I lost it was in a coffee shop in a Christchurch, New Zealand mall. I had stopped in to buy a new pair of shoes, then had a coffee. I put the hat down, finished my coffee and headed back to the hotel.

About halfway back, I realized, “Crap! Lost my hat!”

I went back to yonder coffee shop the next day. Against odds, lo and behold, someone had turned it in!

Second time was also in a mall, this time in Cape Town, South Africa. I had gone into the mall to mail a box home and obviously at some point I left my hat behind. Well, I turned around as quick as I remembered and started re-tracing my steps. Turns out that a woman at a mall store had seen me leave it behind and took it with her for safe keeping. When she saw me she gave me my hat back, saying, “I thought you weren’t coming back!”

Well, I did and I got it back.

Third time was in a church in Buenos Aires. My guide, Sandra, and I had gone into the church to have a look at the artwork and architecture. When we came out of the church, our driver said, “Hey, he’s missing his hat!” With that Sandra and I wheeled about back into the church and spotted it on a church pew.

Now, this kind of stuff never happens to me. But for some reason, I was supremely lucky during the trip. Lost/found my hat three times, got an international flight after showing at the airport less than 30 minutes before take-off time… There were other instances of basic good luck that I’ve never been known to expect.

As I sit here, the Magic Hat is hanging on my TV in the living room. It’s scruffy and dirty. It’s starting to fall apart. But I still have it.

So whenever you have a run of bad luck, remember the Magic Hat. If I can have a run of good luck, then surely you can too!

My  Magic Hat

My Magic Hat on it’s current resting place.

My Panamanian guide Franko and I and my Magic Hat

My Panamanian guide Franko and I and my Magic Hat

In Peru with my Magic Hat.

In Peru with my Magic Hat.

At Table Mountain, Cape Town South Africa, and my Magic Hat.

At Table Mountain, Cape Town South Africa, and my Magic Hat.

My Argentine guide Jorge and I, and my Magic Hat

My Argentine guide Jorge and I, and my Magic Hat

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3 thoughts on “The Magic Hat

  1. Marlene Rudder Rogovin says:

    Great to see you back. Hope all is well with you. Will you be continuing on with your travels?

  2. Pam says:

    Hmmmm This reminds me of a lost and found coat. 😉 I was also wondering if you will be continuing your travels. Will you start where you left off? Will you start a new route? Or are you happy to be back in Canada for a while?

  3. Ron Steingart says:

    Sorry about your Dad… he was a good friend…

    Hope things are OK on the home front,

    Ron

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