A few summers ago I made the mistake of riding a jam-packed rush-hour metro in Kyiv. As I got off I checked my pockets and said, “My passport is missing.” A guy pointed to the gap between the train and platform. When the train pulled away I was excited to see it in the baggy that held it. It took an hour for the train frequency to drop enough for a guy to get it out with a long pole. I wasn’t so excited when I saw over $100 was missing from the baggy.
Madrid 11 years ago.
Street fair We had to have popcorn.
Plaza with booths. Across the plaza about 30 cops sitting and sipping. My espouse and i get in line. We both worked corrections and had restraint training.
Two middle eastern types next to me and a little behind.
I reach for my wallet front right. My 110 pound wife has one of the guys in a wrist lock. Knife on the ground. the guy has look on his face like how the F did she do that. The other guy moving fast away thru the crowd. My wife let the guy go, follows his crime partner thru the crowd. No way to get thru the crowd to a cop in a short time. No yelling crowd loud and noisy.
The guy had knife and was going to cut my pocket. Nylon pants from Travelsmitn.com light can dry in two hours. Moral of the story, marry a parole agent with 17 years in the system.
Only such incident in 5 long trips out of the US. I wear a travel pouch around my neck and under my shirt. She wears a back pack in the front.