The first was in Berlin where my friend and I were pickpocketed at the train station somewhere between Friedrichshain and Kreuzberg. My camera, phone and wallet - gone like the wind. The second occasion was in Palermo, Sicily, where two guys mugged me, running away with my bag containing my second phone and second bank card. Joy.
That's not to say I haven't had wonderful experiences - I'm not even being sarcastic. But what is a blog without pictures? Dull as gherkins on toast, that's what. Nevertheless, I will post as soon as I can (i.e. when I have access to my photos; i.e. when I have a phone). Hoping this is sooner than later. In the meantime, here is a quick summary of what it's like to travel without access to your bank account or phone (this post is coming to you from my Kindle using free WiFi in a hotel in Maiori, Amalfi).
In short, it sucks. I'm not going to sugarcoat it by saying it's empowering or whatever hippy bollocks only Gwyneth Paltrow would say. No offence Gwynnie.
Fact is, it ain't fun. For the most part, I don't have access to the internet. No access to my money. No ability to buy a phone. No ability to phone bank. No ability to photograph travel adventures. Worst of all, no idea of when, how or if I will have a new bank card in time to make further plans before my cash runs out. Worst of all worsts, running out of my cash. Oh, Madonn' - what would happen then? Not to be dramatic, but this is a serious question that does my head in. Alas.
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My travels: Maiori, Amalfi Coast. |
Next stop, Florence. Hopefully with a phone ;)
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