SPAIN barcelona (sneaky bastards)
my luck ran out and i finally got robbed. even after countless stories of people getting robed every which way, i felt comfortable trusting fellow backpackers and would leave my bags in the room. the taxi rides by myself in bolivia and peru were fine…and i always kept my bag close on the metro. so it was a shock when i realized i got robbed, since it probably happened in the TWO SECONDS i let my guard down and did not even realize it. sneaky bastards.
i was flyering at the top of la rambla and had my shoulder bag slung at my hip. i ran out of flyers, went back to the pub for a refill, and as i was sitting down for a break i realized my ipod was not in the usual compartment. i started emptying the contents thinking it had to be somewhere…and then realized my wallet was gone as well. i thought maybe, just maybe i had misplaced it but fionn, (my bartender friend whose bar i was sitting at) was like, ”you got robbed!” that is when it set in. i had so much crap in this thing i have no idea how they managed to unzip my bag WHILE IT WAS ON ME and nick the most valuable things. skills, i guess.
obviously, it sucks because of the inconvenience it caused me. at first i felt extremely violated and vulnerable…but then i got angry. haha going through the steps to recovery, right? anyway, angry because i felt like i was prepared for confrontations. for one, i have mase (thanks kell!) i am ready to use and have not had the chance to yet. two: i will most definitely whip out my swiss army knife if it comes down to it. and three: i give the evil eye to random people that look like they are looking at my belongings. but all of these things are useless if i don´t know i am getting robbed!
moral of the story: the thieves here are sneaky bastards and are extremely good at what they do. watch your stuff.
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