Well, that’ll have to wait a little longer.
I was hyper aware of the vast crowds, and of the possibility of pickpockets in such a jam-packed space. In fact, I was so paranoid about the pickpockets that I wouldn’t even keep my phone in my front pocket for easier camera access. Instead, I kept it in my purse, which was zipped and in front of me at all times.
I was vigilant.
Or so I thought.
Toward the end of our time in Pashupati, I took just a couple more photos and put the phone away for good. As we joined the stampede to leave, I was effectively pushed through the crowd, but still managed to stay behind Husband, with my purse between us.
Which means that this pickpocket was phenomenal.
When we finally got back to the volunteer house, my purse was zipped and my phone was gone.
There was no money missing, no IDs taken – just the phone. And with it, all the photos from the previous 10 days (and more if you count the touristy photos I took during our layover in London).
I lost photos of my boys decorating crowns and posters for St. Patrick’s Day. I lost video of Husband’s boys dancing to Gangnam Style – and of me dancing with them.
To say that I’m bummed would be an understatement.
I’ve since blocked the number, and bought an actual camera, but my paranoia levels have shot through the roof.
My purse is sitting on my lap as I type this, and I keep one hand on it whenever I walk by anyone.
I know it’s not the worst thing that could happen. And I know that it’s better to happen at the beginning of the trip instead of at the end.
But I’m especially bummed about those videos.
Though, if I know these Nepali kids the way I think I do, it won’t be the last time they have a dance party. Not by a long shot.
Note: I tried “find my phone,” but since my phone wasn’t set up to use internationally, and wasn’t online, it didn’t work out. Luckily, the passcode is on and the number’s now blocked. And the battery is probably dead by now.