Or 3rd time really unlucky... ...Zoe and I were waiting at the bus terminal to go and visit some ancient ruins. I stood up to put some rubbish in the bin, and a woman pointed to some keys on the floor, and said that the girl in the kiosk had lost some keys, could I take them to her. Meanwhile a guy was speaking rapidly to Zoe in Spanish, asking questions. When I returned 1 minute later, my bag was gone. With my passport, camera, photos of the Pantanal, and more importantly of Marcos, notebook with all my essential information and photos of family and friends back home, my Spanish dictionary, replacement bear sent to me for my birthday, my little penknife, travellers cheques and cash. Basically everything that is important to me. Gone, just like
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