Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A sense of loss

I had a serious losing things streak while i was gone.

I am no stranger to misplacing/letting people steal my things. It usually seems to happen to me, but never at this rate.

First of all, Mum gave me this black backpack that i thought would be perfect for travelling. However the taunting leathery thing hated me from the start.

When i went for a trip to the farm where Alistair's Grandparents lived my wallet went missing. It was scary, i was worried i'd lost my ID, money, my prized movie store card, and those cool coupons i cut out of that newspaper.
Thankfully that was the only place i'd been to that day so we returned the next night and looked in all crevaces, and then looked outside. (This is a farm. Looking outside is daunting.)
There it was, in the meadow, sitting on some tall grass. I was very happy to see it, and i determined to be more cautious with the strappy, constantly open mouthed bag.

The day afterwards when we were at a fast food place, i realized my bag felt lighter then before. I remembered my camera should have been weighing me down and when it wasn't, and when Alistair's fastidious search of the ground proved useless; i went to check the bathrooms but the cubicles were inhabited. While i waited and thought about asking the women (at least, i assumed they were women) if they'd seen my camera, i looked next to the sink and saw their belongings on the floor, with MY camera bag sitting atop them.
While i debated as to wether their intentions towards my camera were honorable or not, i was overcome by my own honorable greed, grabbed it and ran.

Heart pounding and feet shuffling while i dragged Alistair from his careful search of the tables ensued.
So that was exciting, and i kept careful watch of my stuff for the rest of the trip. I relaxed at the airport on the way home a bit. Had to freak out about almost losing my phone in Melbourne, but we rang it and found it in Alistair's Dad's car wedged between the seat and the door. Much like my passport was that time. But that's a story i've told already.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thats funny, Loo, I'm sure you were as frantic as you sounded.
But, even if you had lost your wallet ,money, identity etc...you did leave your prized movie card here safe for our enjoyment.
Without your movie card I would have had to force the girls to watch dodgy old BBC series. -Please would you make sure to take it with you next time?
Nung

Anonymous said...

"dodgy old BBC series"
You forgot to include nucky oldish movies like a room with a view.
Caution: low level nudity scenes always equals HIGH LEVEL NUDITY SCENES etcetc.

Anonymous said...

Low level nudity scenes?
Ha
Whats an upper level nudity scene then?

Anonymous said...

I don't want to know.