Robbed!

Yes indeedy! Barcelona took a turn for the unpleasant yesterday when I got me wallet nicked. Ironically enough, I had only had a couple of beers and was far from being ´Evil´ so it was just a fucking annoying, unfortunate thing. I had been to the bank machine earlier in the day, and accidentally pulled out an extra hundred quid, which was the cherry on the cake - bad enough that I lost all the cards, including my old gaijin cards which had sentimental value and all and my visa (cancelled without incident thankfully) but I had about 150 quid in there. Living in Japan, if some random starts walking near you talking about football you don´t think anything of it. But in Barcelona... I didn´t feel a thing. Very smooth. I was absolutely fucking furious last night and this morning, but I have calmed down considerably since then. Will go have a look at some Picasso and have a walk near the beach. (After I go to the police station, that is.)

Barcelona has been very cool apart from that, but it obviously ruined the trip a bit. Fun, friendly place, nice food some cool buildings and a good vibe. And fuckin´pickpockets. I have travel insurance - don´t travel without it, folks!