Funny story though, my tooth had been niggling for ages but finally split while I was on holiday in Peru with Gavster. We were staying at a farm in the middle of nowhere at the time. First thing the next morning we hiked up to the main road to hitch a ride into town. Calling it a "main road" is a bit generous though as it's just a dirt track. The first car that stopped was a taxi, a really shonky old Corolla estate that already had three passengers in it. The driver indicated we should sit in the boot

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Half an hour later we're in Santa Teresa and in the tourist information office. They seemed surprised and really quite pleased to see some customers. They directed us to the medical centre down the road and I was taken to see the dentist immediately - excellent service. I then had a bit of a panic. The dentist could obviously see what was wrong but didn't speak any English and my Spanish is basically limited to using Google translate, so I was nervous and quite desperate to avoid any misunderstanding as I
DID NOT want the tooth pulled out there & then. [1]
We managed to figure it out and he reluctantly patched it up with some resin. The resin fell out a week later but by then I was only a day away from home so it had done its job. I was charged a grand total of 30 Soles for the emergency consultation & treatment. Less than £7.50 !
Everyone was lovely and very helpful, they just seemed a bit baffled as to why we were visiting their town in the first place.
[1] My Dad has a story from a holiday in Spain where he went to the barber and asked for "un poco", which means "a little", because he just wanted a little bit off. The barber interpreted it as meaning he wanted a little bit
left and had already started doing a crew cut with the clippers before my Dad realised and by then it was too late
