Have you lost something & by a miracle found it? Post your stories here.
Have you lost something & by a miracle found it? Post your stories here.
I lost my Tuareg silver cross from Timbuktu last night...just heard it's been found...prompting this thread.
Went to Mali last year for the Festival in the Desert culminating in Our Tuareg Wedding.
Met a Tuareg trader in Timbuktu...near the mud mosque under threat from Al Queda as I write...didn't buy...he said he'd get something special to show me...thought I wouldn't see him again.
We are in our encampment in the desert at the Festival...a call "David...you have an appointment." No idea how he found me...laid out his cloth of wares...bought 2 Tuareg silver crosses...hugged as he left.
Last night wore it to a Blues concert at Camelot Lounge near Sydenham Railway Station...the premier World Music Venue in Sydney.
When home found it was gone...rang Camelot and left a message this morning...Tony returned my call this afternoon...looked around where we'd been sitting etc...no luck...said he'd look further.
Rang him back at 3.15pm...asked him to look in the street...where we'd parked...I'd hugged a friend goodbye who had woollen scarves...talk about a longshot...well heaps of parked cars he said...then "I've found it"...neither of us could believe it...pretty chuffed I must say.
I'll burn him some music from the Festival in Thank You...made my day.
[Edited: 2012 Aug 11 06:32 - Dancing Dave:192151 ]
In 1989, when I lived in London I lost 300 £ that hurt quite a bit to lose.
I had put all my laundry together and went to the laundry place around the corner from the hovel where I lived. When my laundry was half done, I realised that I had left 300£ cash in one of my jeans pockets. I then, had to wait until may laundry finished washing, and hope the money survived.
When the washing machine stopped and finally let me open its door, I searched through all my clothes and inside the washing machine, and at the side of the washing machine where I had tossed my laundry carrying bag, and even behind the washing machine just in case.
I was down in the dumps about the lost money, and slumped off home while considering if some chocolate or something else would be a nice treat to cheer me up, or at least make some part of me feel good.
I got back to my flat, which was a real dump of a place, where a lot of people lived, and people came and left often. It was cheap and uncheerful, and not a place where you could leave your family heirlooms not nailed down.
When I got back with my chocolate and coconut icecream that I decided was the consolation I needed, I was amazed to see my 300 £ on my bed, where I had quickly got my laundry together earlier. I wonder what my house mates would have blown my precious 300£ on if they had seen it before I did. Things were always being stolen there. Even food could not be left in the kitchen, unless you were trying to get rid of it, so the chances of that money being stolen were about the odds of maybe winning the lottery.
Yes..well not me personally and its a long story but I will try and condense it. My ex husband is a shady underworld crime figure (yes how very tarantino-esque of me to marry a crim) but all is fine now, but back to 1st July 1995.
After a nationwide manhunt, a year on the run, he was finally extradited back to WA and served a 7 year sentence. While he was serving his sentence, he used to say he would lie in the exercise yard and look up at the sky and want to fly like the birds and wanted to go for a swim in the ocean on the day he got released. He was released at 8am and I was living right on the beach in Freo so he bounded into the ocean fully dressed and had a swim....except, he had his release papers and a cheque for $418 in his wallet, the only ID he had left at all as he was another person while he was on the run.
So hes one day out of prison and again, has no identity. And it was a weekend. Fast forward to monday...hes at the police station reporting in for Parole when he sees another newly released prisoner who grabs him and says...My cousin has got your wallet. His cousin had been scuba diving for crayfish out the back of rottnest island when the current bounced the wallet along the sea floor and the guy diving grabbed it. Seeing parole papers in there when he got it onboard and I supposed dried he rang his cousin and said......ever heard of a bloke named x?
So if he had've been an hour earlier or whatever he may not have bumped into the other newly released guy and wouldnt have got his wallet back.
Yesterday I hope I returned a jacket. I spotted a motorcycle jacket at the gas station. It was an expensive one, as it was a heated plug in one for a motorcycle. I remembered the guy pulling away just before that and spotted him at the hotel next door. I asked him about his jacket and told him it was at the gas station. Sturgis is on right now so we have a huge number of bikes in the area.
Great stories everyone. Keep them coming.
Anyone lost their Wedding Ring or Engagement Ring...and later found it?
When I was a kid I earnt $1 for carrying a golf bag on my shoulder for 4 hours at a private golf course each Saturday...became really good at finding my players' golf balls...got so good at it I was called "Sherlock Sharp Eyes".
Years later at a Ski Lodge at Thredbo...after breakfast getting ready for the day, Denise discovered the diamond was missing from her Engagement ring...calamity.
We pulled our room apart...searched the lodge, breakfast area etc...seemed impossible...could be anywhere.
Yet all my life I have been known for my determination...I do not easily give up...and this was a special diamond...from my grandmother...specially set in Denise's ring.
I laid on the wooden floor of the large eating area...eyes following the floor surface...saw a momentary flash about 10 metres away...zoomed in.
The diamond may have winked at me when I picked it up.
I sure picked up bonus Brownie Points that day!
Not a very careful person, especially where material possessions are concerned, I've lost many things. Once in Guatemala and once in Florence, all of my money was pilfered, but I knew those who took it needed it more than I. My backpack and all my possessions were stolen in England, but then my load was lighter, especially of the second-hand books I'd been amassing!
However, I've also had lots of found/returned treasures:
1) diamond engagement ring. We lived in a mountain cabin when I lost my ring. Having no garbage pick up, we tossed out trash in big dumpsters in the campground across the road. After ransacking the house, we went dumpster diving and found the ring. Losing the ring was a metaphor--I later lost the guy too.
2) opal ring my jeweler brother had made me. Three years after the loss, I was cleaning out my VW bug to sell it before hitting the road. There, under a floor mat was the ring. Perhaps I should have cleaned the car more often.
3&4) my aunt's pearl ring and my wallet--both lost in parking lots at the university where I teach, both returned to Lost and Found.
5) my bike. Being a slacker, I didn't always lock the bike, and it was stolen twice. Both times, I later spotted it and just hopped on it and returned home. Easy come, easy go!
Lost my wedding ring for about 3 years...thought I'd lost it in the surf...found it behind a bookcase in our bedroom.
Went on a beach holiday with Denise...couldn't find my wedding ring anywhere.
While I was away thought maybe when I scooped those tissues off our bedroom floor...and put them in the garbage bin...but too late...the rubbish bins collected Thursday morning.
Returned home a week later...miracle...someone forgot to put the bins out for collection...emptied the bin on the drive...clink, clink...wedding ring!!!
A strange, and totally true thing happened when I walked the Camino de Santiago two years ago.
After leaving St Jean-Pied-de-Port and while climbing up the pass to Spain, I reflected on a few supplies that I needed. I had run out of laundry clothes wash liquid, the camping gas cylinder was almost empty and I was almost out of contact lens solution. As I walked I thought about the old shoes I used in the evening how worn they were.
At the top of the pass on the Spanish frontier, as the wind howled, I stopped in an emergency hut for lunch. As I left, checking I had not left anything behind, there, on the bench, was a tube of liquid laundry detergent!
Mildly amused, I continued to Roncesvalles on the other side of the mountain.
A huge dormitory awaited and in the basement, near the showers and internet area, was a shelf where walkers could leave what they did not want and pick up anything they needed.
Side by side lay three items. A new sealed bottle of contact lens solution, a full gas cylinder ( the same make as my stove!), and a pair of very comfortable casual shoes. I tried them on - a perfect fit!
So having needed something, but not lost, they appeared. Sometimes when you wish for something you have lost, you will find it again! Yes taracloud - magic happens!
[Edited: 2012 Sep 29 18:41 - StuntPilot:248601 ]
I am much impressed to hear the story of Tara and Mess look so much complicated but nice share for travel spots good!
in response to Msg: #159981
I actually lost my engagement ring when doing some gardening (which I did not know at the time) and was really devastated by the fact... looked everywhere and nothing. Tomek was clearing some stuff from the garden and found one of my gloves which contained the ring that must have slipped from my finger .. he came home though the back door, went down on his knee and asked me to marry him again.... I wanted to cry I was so happy;-)
of course...we were already married for like 4 yeahs but still it was a great moment hahaha
I lost my camera while hiking the Grove of the Patriarchs Trail in Mount Rainier National Park. The trail crosses a wire suspension bridge across a shallow but wide river. The bridge shakes while crossing it. Just after the bridge, I tried to pull out my camera to take a photo, and it was gone. Pure panic time.
I finally figured out the camera had to have fallen out of my pocket while crossing the bridge. The camera is waterproof, so all I had to do is a cold wade in the river. I crossed the bridge again to find likely spots. No camera! I crossed two more times, very slowly, searching every inch of river bottom I can see. Still no camera.
I'm just about to leave in dispair when I noticed the bushes on shore underneath the bridge. Sure enough, the camera was hanging by the strap from one of them 😊 This is the only time I've lost something hiking and managed to get it back.
Wow Roosta, not only dropping your camera over a bridge into a river but having it found undamaged hanging in a bush. hope the pictures were as excellent as your good fortune!
The camera is designed for wilderness travel, so it would have been fine even if it hit the water. Me, wading in that ice cold river to get it back, on the other hand would have been miserable.
I think the photos came out great, but I'm a little biased 😱 Some of them appear in my Mount Rainier blog: The Great Mountain