Losing Weight in Dublin

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  Dublin, County Dublin, Ireland
Saturday, January 3, 2009

I have left La Rochelle; I have left France.  I am now, once again, in the U.K., which I love.

Rach and I have had a wonderful time in Belfast.  We had a great couple of days in Paris too, and I wrote it all down in a word document on my computer to upload onto my blog as soon as I had sopme internet, but it's looking like you will all be deprived of those entries...

As we were checking in to the hostel here, my hand luggage was stolen, including my computer (with photos and blog entries), video camera (with footage of my time in France), a teddy bear David gave me, all the make up my sister had brought for me for the trip, Gragon (my little pink Dragon who featured in so many of my photos), 3 books, my written travel journal, my personal diary, some stuff I bought in Belfast, some souvenirs I had bought for people. 

It's a shame, but more than anything, a hassle. 

I put the bags down right near me in the hostel room, with the people who worked there all around, and other people sitting around chatting... Nothing could happen to it.  I had put it in the luggage area underneath the bus when I came from Belfast to Dublin, and it could so easily have been taken then.  I could so easily have been taken so many times.  This was one moment where I didn't even feel that there was risk, I didn't feel like it was dangerous and that I was being trusting, or just had to risk it.  It was right there.  We could see it. 

And then, finished booking in, went to pick it up and it was gone.
It took a moment to register.  I knew it was gone, but I couldn't understand - maybe it had just turned momentarily invisible?  Maybe I was so used to seeing it that my eyes just weren't bothering to notive it anymore.  But the girl behind the desk ran out side and was asking anyone if they had seen someone with this sort of bag. 

They hadn't.  Rach and I ran around for a bit, went back to the bus station, where a chap had told us a lot of people take things down into the toilets to look through.  Nothing.  We came back.  The girl figured out how to rewind the CCTV and 3 staff members watched it.  It's all there.  His face is clear as day.  I haven't seen it, and I don't think I would want to. 

So, they called in the police and he watched it.  Asked me some questions, took some notes.  Really nice chap, actually.  He went off to poke around and see if he could find anything.  The CCTv footage, however, can't be circulated until after the week-end.

At least it happened in an English speaking country, and now I have less to carry around, and I had taken my passport out of that bag and put it in my hand bag because we crossed the boarder between Nrthn Ireland and the Republic of Ireland on the bus and had to be checked. 

So I am very lucky.

Would love to keep typing, but my hour is nearly up and I don't want to pay another euro!
Lots of love!
Later!

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