Me Ha Robado!
Finally, after 11 months of travelling, my pocket has been picked.
We took the subway in Buenos Aires during rush hour and, as I was being squashed on board, my skirt pocket was picked of its keys. The keys themselves were pretty inconsequential to us (they were for our luggage locks and we have two spare sets) so I can imagine that they were entirely useless to the stealer.
Marc almost had the wallet taken from his pocket at the same time but, as he had no purse to focus on like me, he noticed the fingers reaching in and clamped his hand over the wallet before anything went missing.
I guess it had to happen sooner or later, I’m just disappointed that it did. I’ll try not to hold it against Buenos Aires.