Guess when I had my phone stolen. Guess! Okay, I’ll tell you: Christmas day. Just, WOW. My Chinese friend (Tete) and I were wandering around a beautiful city market and in the 15 minute space when I wasn’t using my phone, someone had snatched it from my pocket, *sigh*.
My beautiful rose gold Samsung 6 edge…
Am I mad? Yeah, I’m mad. But so many other things on my China trip were SO close to going wrong that I’m actually ridiculously grateful, haha. I’ll explain.
It all started at the beginning of my China tour with Tete where we basically backpacked the surrounding cities. We were at a railway station and it was hectic. Tete was rushing for some reason I didn’t know, but I have a distinct feeling there was no justifiable reason and she was rushing for rushing purposes, xD… #killme.
It served us good in the end since we were bouncing from counter to counter like a ping-pong ball before actually being admitted. I think we must have gone to the wrong counter like three times, haha.
All the running around, though, and generally not knowing WTF was going on because the Chinese language and I are not friends, was making me hangry and close to slapping a bitch.
Normally you don’t jog from A to B unless you’re a Sims character, but it’s something I’ve found out Tete likes to do. I could have dealt with that better if I didn’t have the weight of a small child in my shoulder bag!
At one point, in order to buy a ticket, I was asked for my passport. I had to basically unpack my duffel bag to find the thing, something I didn’t think I’d be needing for the tour at all. I was lowkey (actually internally really high key) freaking out.
I brought it right? I remember thinking whether or not I should bring it… but I chose to bring it, didn’t I? PLEASE tell me it’s in my bag. I am NOT going to hotmess this one, right?
After a couple of minutes of frantically digging in a corner, and a Chinese guy trying to tell me something (maybe I was breaking some rule, IDK), but after seeing my obviously not Asian face, gave up – I found it.
What would have happened if I chose to leave it in Tete’s apartment in Chongqing? No train, no new city, no pre-booked hotel, probably no friend, haha. Nothing. I had to mask my relief in order to pass off that it was all cool, LOL.
But that wasn’t the only close call.
As I found out during my tour, you need your passport just to check into hotels. The staff had to photocopy my picture page, visa and everything! *no passport* Homelessness anyone?
And then on the fateful Christmas day, I remember contemplating whether or not I should bring my passport with me in my jacket pocket. Just in case. I hesitated because it’s dangerous bringing such an important document around with you. But, I’m so glad I did because that was the day when I had my phone stolen and when Tete and I reported it to the police, you bet they needed my passport for identification.
I was getting whiplash from all those bullets dodged!
And while it freaking sucks with my phone, I was lucky that just two days before it was taken, my memory had reached so I downloaded all my photos to my laptop. ONLY A DAY AND A HALF’S MEMORIES WERE LOST. Seriously I don’t get this lucky…
Not only that, but Tete had TWO iPhones on her and let me borrow one of hers for the rest of the trip to take pictures and notes with. Needless to say. I protected that phone with my life, xD.
For the rest of the trip, not a day went by where I was not grateful I had my passport with me those times. Honestly, it would have been such a disaster otherwise with transport and hotels…
Tete still remains blissfully unaware of the potential catastrophes, haha. The lesson? Always have your passport with you when touring another country.
Until next time,