Losing things

I invariably lose belongings when I go on trips. I'm a klutz that way.

For instance, on my way back to New York from Boston two years ago, I managed to misplace an entire carrier bag. Items inside - my prescription glasses, one Boston cream pie, one pretty purple tank top, my mobile phone charger and one change of underwear. I hope whoever took it enjoyed the cream pie. I certainly did not have a chance to buy another pie. I also had to get my glasses replaced at a hefty USD price. I had to haggle with a street seller for a dubious looking replacement phone charger but it was worth it at less than one-fourth the price I would have to pay in a shop.



In Washington DC, I left a white scarf behind on the subway. Luckily I managed to get a new one for only 5 usd.



In Brisbane back in 2004, I was almost mugged on the train as I had engrossed myself in a book and left my shoulder bag on the seat next to me. A six-foot tall white man grabbed it and rushed out the train doors at one of the stops. Things got a bit messy therafter. I had to sprint for over 100m to retrieve it and knew for the first time what it meant to be charged with adrenaline.



During my recent trip to London I lost my favourite cocktail ring set with green stones.



And last but not least, when my sister and I were trapped on the Eiffel Tower for 2 hours due to heavy rain, someone took my umbrella!! It was only worth 1 GBP and I can understand the attraction of an umbrella under those circumstances but boy was I annoyed. Fortunately the weather never deteriorated beyond a drizzle thereafter.