The Great Phone Heist

Trip Start Nov 28, 2003
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Trip End Feb 27, 2004


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Friday, February 6, 2004

After a very nice night out with a particularly spunky brittish army officer I snuggled into bed (alone... it is a school night ;0)) then 6.45 I woke up and reached for my phone (alias my alarm clock) and it wasn't there, which was a bit puzzling then I looked for my CD player, which usually resides in the same neighborhood, at the foot of my bed, but that also was gone. So I must have kicked it of the edge of the bed in the night... but no, no CD player on the floor. .. I got up and had a look around and low and behold the mesh screen on my window was wide open and some bastard had leaned in and poached everything of value in reach. I was bloody glad they hadn't entered through the door cos Id left my wallet on the bench nearby which, luckily, remained untouched. So in assessing the damage Id lost my phone, CD player, my new Ani Difranco CD (fuckin tragedy!) and my new portable radio... so I was a bit pissed of for about 15 minutes and then figure it wasn't too bad and that I could claim it all back on travel insurance. So I told my flat mates who in turn told the landlord and they were a lot more upset about the theft than I was. Mr Bunting (the landlord) started accusing the people who live in the house behind...cos theyre all drug dealers, Kadie started getting worried that I thought that they had taken it and it was all a bit panicked that I might leave the house.

After a lot of fluffing around Kadie took me into town to the Central Police station to report the theft. We went straight to CID since she new someone who worked there and that way we could avoid having to pay any bribes. Unfortunately as I ran to catch a taxi I managed to trip over my own shoe laces and ended up plummeting face first into the grimy, grosso bitumen and grazed my hands and knee...

Before we even reached the office I hear someone calling my name, out of the blue pops one of the random men who stopped me on the street last week who wanted to talk to me about 'something important' and wouldn't go away until he had given me his number. After leading us into the detectives office it turned out that this guy was actually a CID Detective and he continued to request special time with me and tell me how deeply he loved me. The second cop we met immediately told me I had to take him to Australia with him, that he was 33 and I was 23 and that would make a perfect match and he gave me his number and address so that I could back to him within the week to sort out the details. We eventually got onto the actual theft bit of the visit and they summoned the 'mobile phone expert' who got a brief description of what had happened and then insisted on coming to see the 'crime scene'. I got a bit excited to think that I might actually get to ride in a SL cop car but no, we caught a taxi and I paid for the cops transport. They were also saying that it might cost me a little bit to investigate the matter, I would need to buy credit for the officers phone so that he could call the thief, now in possession of my phone. Sounded a bit crazy to me so I avo8ided that idea!

On viewing the 'crime scene' the mobile phone expert was saying that they needed to take photos, which I was hesitant about cos it would basically mean that I would need to pay for a photographer to come and take some photos of the foot of my bed, and I seriously don't expect any of my gear to appear ever again. So I managed to avoid that.

Later today I went back to the office to submit my statement, so now I can rest easy over the weekend in the knowledge that the Sierra Leonean Police Force is hot on the heals of the dudes who stole my gear...All in all it was one of those fantastic wacky Sierra Leonean days ! ;0)
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