I’m stateside once again. I have returned from my trip to England minus my laptop, iPod, Blackberry, mobile and a host of other small things. You see, my shit was ganked. Stolen. Robbed. Larceny. Pilfered.
We were enjoying pints at a local pub in the Richmond area of London, when to my surprise, my colleague and I returned to his car to see that the rear window had been smashed. We immediately popped the boot to see that both of our laptop bags were gone. I also lost several thousand dollars worth of unfiled receipts for work related travel.
Anyway, no use crying about it. At least not any further.
I will need to get my passport renewed by October of next year. Can you believe that it’s been 10 years since I made my first international journey on my own? I’ve been doing the international travel thing since I was six years old, but I’ve been to a lot of places — including to Saudi Arabia. Anyway, that’s where I’m heading with this. Every fucking time I enter or leave any Western country, I get harassed about my Saudi visa. Not about my Chinese visa. Not about my visa from Oman, Bahrain, or the UAE. It happened in London while leaving and in Atlanta while entering. I’m pissed for now, and too upset to continue.