Pieces
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I wasn't really sure if I wanted to share this story as I don't really think it is a camino incident more of a "big city" incident, but as it has allready been written I may as well. Hopefully the turn of events will prevent the culprit from like actions in the future...
So, it is very very early morning and the sun isn't even really up. I am making my way out of Burgos wondering how to feed myself on the way, everything still being closed. Just before leaving the inner city I come across a Panaderia and happily I enter to find the biggest Croissants I have ever seen. With so much water in my mouth I am barely able to speak I manage to order one and a brick of choclate milk, and I happely set off in search of the perfect spot to enjoy my delicious breakfast.
As I come back on the camino I notice that both the people in front og me and behind me are now quite a bit ahead of me, but I think nothing of it.
Just after the Panaderia there is a stretch of park along a river and a bridge crossing the river leading out of town. Barely have i stepped onto the bridge before I feel someone come up behind me and in an instant the bag that I have taken to carry my daily necessities in, like food, water and guidebooks are snatched out of my hand from behind.
I turn around and see a tall, skinny, dark guy in midair behind me as he is taking flight back towards town. Without thinking for even a split second, I set off after him backpack and all screaming and yelling in english: Stop the thief he has got my things and such stuff one yells when ones bag has been stolen.
He takes off to the right along the river, and even if I can't see other pilgrims I can see Spanish people taking absolutely no notice of the screaming and yelling Peregrina wearing a big backpack running after a skinny guy, so I decide to try another approach.
Thus I start screaming at the culprit: "Stop you idiot it is only my food" among the "stop the thiefs" and I am slowly gaining on him, even if he is running without a back pack. The whimp *snickers*. I assume he doesn't realise I am by now quite blue in the head from the running and the screaming and thinking I will drop dead of a heart attack right there on the outskirts of Burgos. So, after a bit he stops looks in the bag, realises that it containes a lot of food, grabs the folder with my guidebooks, drops the bags and the food and sets off again.
I get hold of the bag inflight and continue running now with a bag of food and a backpack and still screaming, only this time I scream: "give it back you idiot it is only my guidebooks". Learning from experience I assume, he stops again, looks through the folder sees it is "only guidebooks" AND my passport, drops the whole bunch and takes off again. Grateful I pick up my stuff AND my passport ad set of back on the camino. The only thing missing is my Croissant which fell out of the bag in the chase, and even if I DID look forward to that breakfast, I honestly couldn't be bothered to go back for a new one.
Only days later do I realise that not only do I have one i have TWO of those emergency whistles in my gear. I guess I will just have to deal with the fact that my brain doesn't function fully when being mugget just after 6 in the morning, even if I am gratefull that if I have to be mugged, to have been mugged by what is probably the only english speaking mugger i Spain.
So, it is very very early morning and the sun isn't even really up. I am making my way out of Burgos wondering how to feed myself on the way, everything still being closed. Just before leaving the inner city I come across a Panaderia and happily I enter to find the biggest Croissants I have ever seen. With so much water in my mouth I am barely able to speak I manage to order one and a brick of choclate milk, and I happely set off in search of the perfect spot to enjoy my delicious breakfast.
As I come back on the camino I notice that both the people in front og me and behind me are now quite a bit ahead of me, but I think nothing of it.
Just after the Panaderia there is a stretch of park along a river and a bridge crossing the river leading out of town. Barely have i stepped onto the bridge before I feel someone come up behind me and in an instant the bag that I have taken to carry my daily necessities in, like food, water and guidebooks are snatched out of my hand from behind.
I turn around and see a tall, skinny, dark guy in midair behind me as he is taking flight back towards town. Without thinking for even a split second, I set off after him backpack and all screaming and yelling in english: Stop the thief he has got my things and such stuff one yells when ones bag has been stolen.
He takes off to the right along the river, and even if I can't see other pilgrims I can see Spanish people taking absolutely no notice of the screaming and yelling Peregrina wearing a big backpack running after a skinny guy, so I decide to try another approach.
Thus I start screaming at the culprit: "Stop you idiot it is only my food" among the "stop the thiefs" and I am slowly gaining on him, even if he is running without a back pack. The whimp *snickers*. I assume he doesn't realise I am by now quite blue in the head from the running and the screaming and thinking I will drop dead of a heart attack right there on the outskirts of Burgos. So, after a bit he stops looks in the bag, realises that it containes a lot of food, grabs the folder with my guidebooks, drops the bags and the food and sets off again.
I get hold of the bag inflight and continue running now with a bag of food and a backpack and still screaming, only this time I scream: "give it back you idiot it is only my guidebooks". Learning from experience I assume, he stops again, looks through the folder sees it is "only guidebooks" AND my passport, drops the whole bunch and takes off again. Grateful I pick up my stuff AND my passport ad set of back on the camino. The only thing missing is my Croissant which fell out of the bag in the chase, and even if I DID look forward to that breakfast, I honestly couldn't be bothered to go back for a new one.
Only days later do I realise that not only do I have one i have TWO of those emergency whistles in my gear. I guess I will just have to deal with the fact that my brain doesn't function fully when being mugget just after 6 in the morning, even if I am gratefull that if I have to be mugged, to have been mugged by what is probably the only english speaking mugger i Spain.