Phones seem to be taking over the world and people’s lives, but can capture some truly amazing moments while traveling..that is, if something doesn’t happen to it. Just wait until you hear the crazy stories these people encountered.
While at a stop light in Venice, I had the windows down jamming out because it was such a beautiful day. All of a sudden as I am trying to send a text, two guys on a bicycle ride by like a lightning bolt and steal my phone right out of my hand…through the open window. Day ruined.
I was staying at a hostel in Berlin. I always sleep with my phone next to my head since I’m a heavy sleeper and barely wake up to my alarm. I woke up the next morning to find my phone, and the charger had been stolen right from under me! It had to of been someone in my hostel room too but I never found it. DICKS.
I was drunkenly walking home from a bar in Las Vegas when a homeless man comes up to me wanting to do a handshake. Being drunk I obviously high fived and did some weird finger motions and then he gives me an awkward hug and runs off. Yup, he someone pulled some Houdini shit and stole my phone while handshaking me.
Dropped my phone in a pile of horse shit while trying to take pictures in the mountains. Tried to save it and ended up falling in the pile of shit along with it.
My friend and I left our backpack in a McDonalds with all of our cameras, phones, passports, etc. We walked out and realized it less than a minute later and ran back in and it’s no where to be found. We know it had to be one of the employees because there was no one else in there.
Was on a rollercoaster in Disneyland, CA when my phone slipped out of my pocket, hit some lady in the head that was below me on the ride before crashing into a million pieces on the ground.
Let some random guy in Austin, TX take a picture of our group because I was too intoxicated. Well I guess he was just as bad because he dropped my phone not ONE, not TWO but THREE times cracking the screen beyond repair. I just laughed because I was drunk. Damn you alcohol.
Day 3 In Tokyo, Japan (Tuesday December 22, 2015) After drinking Kirin in the streets and exploring all day, my friends and I headed back to our hostel to take a quick power nap, get ready, and go party the night away in Roppongi. I was the only girl so of course the boys tell me to wake them up after I finish getting ready. Needless to say, I laid down for a few minutes, fell asleep, and I was awakened by them bitching that it was now 11:57pm…3 minutes before the trains stopped running. Roppongi was almost the last stop on the train from us so there was no chance we were getting there that night. Long story short, we made our way to a British Pub (yes, a British pub in Japan.. they’re all over the place) and had a few drinks until it was time for them to close. The night was still young and we weren’t going back to sleep yet. We stopped in the nearest convenience store and grabbed some beers and I got a bottle of wine (all for me, what a great idea that seemed like at the beginning…). We start walking the streets of different allies trying to find anything that was open and looked fun. After walking around aimlessly and finishing the bottle of wine and the beers, we found it…Hana Bar. A little hole-in-the-wall place where the girls were dressed up in Santa and reindeer costumes and it was all you could drink until 4am for 1,500yen. The whole place probably fit no more than 10 people. Vodka sodas and karaoke were what the rest of my night consisted of, well what I remember of that night. I wake up the next morning, in my hostel bed, with my clothes from the night before still on and I could think was WTF HAPPENED. The first thing I look for is my phone and sure enough it’s nowhere to be found (FUCK). HOW COULD I LOSE MY PHONE??? I NEVER LOSE MY PHONE or anything for that matter!!! My friend on the bunk above me throws his phone down to me, opened to my Facebook page where one of the girls I had added from the bar posted the following…..
that was 6:29am…. and of course with my luck it was the Emperor’s birthday the next day which is why they were closed. Regardless, I was able to get my phone back on Christmas Eve (WITH ALL OF MY PICTURES) because of the awesome, honest people in Japan!
At the Monkey Forest in Ubud, Bali..a monkey stole mu sunglasses off my head and my phone right out of my hand. Can’t say they didn’t warn me.
At a music festival I took too much X and it was hot as balls outside and ended up projectile vomiting water all over my phone. Killed it.
What can we learn from these experiences??
STOP BEING A DRUNK CUNT.
xoxo Tootles Bitches