SUN, SEA AND ROBBED IN NAPOLI

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It was a sweltering morning, so bad (or good depending on the person), that I woke up in a sweat (ewww? I know!).

It was approx. 6.35am locally; still tired my sister and I made our way to the port where we would catch a ferry to Capri (a neighbouring island to Napoli).

Less than 5 minutes away from the port we were separated at a questionable crossing by a man on a motorbike. Not wanting to be run over I waited for him to go past, however he "kindly" gave way.

With great appreciation I headed to meet my sister on the other side. All too suddenly though, I felt a tug on my shoulder. My bag been broken from behind. Reacting as quickly as possible I grabbed the front, however at this point the motorcyclist decided to accelerate. Holding on for dear life (most of my life was in that bag), I was dragged along the roadside until I couldn't hold onto my bag any longer.

I could only watch from the dirty gravel as the thief rod away with my beloved possessions.

That day I didn't just lose my purse, phone, iPod, glasses or money, I lost many memories that I didn't know I had. I lost a fair amount of hope in humanity.

What can I do now?


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