Bedfellows, Part 2

Trip Start May 19, 2009
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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Sunday, August 29, 2010

Stepping into the carpark and towards Randy I knew something was up.  I'm speculating here, but it could be the fact that every door was wide open and our belongings were scattered all over the ground.

Yup, I hadn't been the only one with an overnight visitor.

In my fragile state it took me a good few minutes to work out that it probably wasn't worth locking Rand up before I went to call the police from reception.  The cop shop told me they'd be out as soon as they could, and not to touch anything.

And so, Jess and I drank coffee and smoked cigarettes for the best part of two hours.  Yup, even the rozzers are relaxed Down Under.

Eventually, we couldn't take any more.  Rand had been raped, right down to every item of clothing and paperwork being taken out of our bags and every orifice in his retro brown interior being gutted.  They'd taken Jess' laptop, and a couple of packs of cigs. 

Well, maybe the Yanks are right about smokers.  But if these guys were social lepers, they were also pretty stupid.

Somehow, they'd managed to leave my ipod, which was still plugged in to the cigarette charger, and my laptop, stuffed under the mattress, and, last but by no means least, my supply of goon. 
Jess, meanwhile, was concerned that they'd stolen her underwear.  They hadn't.

Feeling guilty for our own ransacking, I called the rozzers again.  But we needn't have worried.  They'd already forgotten about us, it seemed, and said we needed to go to the station to file a report.  And so, like good non-citizens, we did.  And this is a court-worthy transcript of what happened next:

Irritated lady cop: "So where was the van parked?"

Me: "In a car park next to a hostel."

ILC: "Was the car park locked?"

Me: "Yes, there was a padlock on the gate."

ILC: "And what about fencing?"

Me: "Well, there's a wall around the car par...."

ILC: "How far round?  How high is it?"

Me: "Well I think it's three sides but I'm not sure.  It's about...err...six feet?  And then there's barbed wire."

ILC: "Barbed wire?"

Now Irritated Me: "Yes, I think so.  Is this relevant?"

ILC: "Well how did they get in?"

NIM: "I think that's your job to find out, isn't it?"

We filed a report and left, exhausted.

Within the past few days I'd been spooned by a stranger and apparently suspected of staging insurance fraud...things had to get better, didn't they?  It was time to pick up the Chosen Ones, and get the hell outta this town.
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