Robbery

It was bound to happen sooner or later; I got robbed on the bus! It seems to happen to every single backpacker I meet. Hours spent bumbling around a country with police-passport checks every hour or so on the road, in embassies pleading to be allowed to leave the country, trying to buy a new rucksack/coat/wallet that is even vaguely suitable and doesn’t have llamas sewn into it.

I am well annoyed. I thought I’d taken a good range of precautions; locking up my bag, wrapping it round my leg as I slept and whatnot. But there was one thing I hadn’t taken into account.

The bastards were willing to steal my sleeping bag bag, and blanket. Now where am I meant to put my sleeping bag? Buggers.