Yesterday I was telling you about when I first went to Amsterdam.
That was back in 2005.
I had a great time partying and drinking waaaaaaay to much for a few days.
Then on the final night….
I got mugged on the street.
Actually, mugged isn’t quite the right word.
We’d been in a bar — some place with a live rock band — and after everyone went off to a nightclub. I was exhausted and not feeling great, so I decided to go back to the place we were staying early (very rare for me, it must be said…).
I was walking up a small street by myself…
When suddenly a car pulled up next to me, the back door opened, and two massive guys got out. One proceeded to point a knife at me. He took my bag, jacket, and (bizarrely) the shirt I was wearing…
Then they just got back in the car and left.
I was pretty drunk and I’m built like a 12-year-old girl. So I guess they just saw me as an easy target.
It was winter and freezing cold outside….
… and I had to walk back topless.
To make it worse, I got lost and had no idea where I was. In the end some guy found me wandering around, lent me his jacket and walked with me to the place I was staying.
Then the next morning I had to go to the police station to report the theft.
Just hours before my flight home.
Luckily my passport wasn’t in my bag, otherwise, I would have had a big, big problem.
I’m happy to say that this time I didn’t get mugged…
On the contrary.
Amsterdam is listed as one of the safest cities in Europe, and I can kind of see why.
Guess it was just a random incident.
Language Punk. Mugged.
P.S. Truth is, this sort of thing can happen anywhere.
Japan is probably one of the safest countries in the world. But bad shit does happen.
What can I say?
Be careful and aware that there are total bastards wherever you go.