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I came careering down the piste at speed and skied slap-bang into some chap who stopped right in front of me. At the time I wasn't aware that I'd broken my left collarbone... following two weeks of immense boredom I was on the verge of insanity, and so when on a trip to my local village I found myself returning to my hotel not only with the bag of apples I'd set out to buy, but also with an Interail ticket, entitling me to free carriage on virtually any train in Europe for a month...
European Tales: Interrail trip around Europe, a lengthy tale
Joseph Tame2006-06-30 17:39:54
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rucksack and all. Well, anyway, eventually I found a luggage trolley and a Bureau de Change. I left the trolley with my pack on three metres from me, as I got some money. Some drunk kid looking real scruffy was hanging around muttering, I thought nothing of it, but as I turned I found to my horror that my bag was gone. The little sod had been blocking my view as his friend nicked it! My bag with all my diaries since January 1999. All those treasured memories and photographs- my entire life for the past two years taken from me. My Camera, minidisc, clothes, two mobile phones, Harry Potter books and documents, all gone. I was distraught. Frantically I ran around the huge station, not knowing which way to turn. After five minutes I was about to give up when I thought, "if I was to steal a bag which way would I go? Of course, straight out of the door and into the streets of Paris, there no one would find me." Once out in the car park I spotted some lad on the other side of the main road lugging it away, tailed by the scruffy sod who'd distracted me. Furious, I ran after them, forgetting my broken bone and determined to recover my property. Approaching him I simply pointed at the bag and said, "Oi, you, hand it over!" Due to it's size he knew he didn't have a chance of outrunning me, and so dropped it on the road. Very satisfied, I took it and gave him a smile to say, Hah! You didn't get it you swine! No one gets one over on me!'
Vouching to never let my bag out of my sight again, I headed for the youth hostel. My victorious mood was soon quenched when rushing down the steps of the Metro I tripped and banged my arm against the wall. This in itself did not look at all spectacular, however my reaction drew quite an audience as I staggered across the platform, swearing loudly and clutching my shoulder as if I'd been shot.
Once I'd paid for my bed, I headed back into town. Resigned to the fact that I was
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