Misadventure #1 – Chasing Down The Wallet Thief
After a few long days of working on the boat in the yard, the ants in my pants got me to hop a bus into St. John’s. I sat down at the back of the bus (which was really just a minivan), and after a half hour ride I paid the driver and hopped off the bus.
OH SHIT - my phone!! (and wallet! they’re in the same case). I had left it on the bus, but it was only 15 feet away so I ran back and hopped back in, but it was already gone.
I told the bus driver how I was e second last person off the bus, so it had to be the last guy that took it, and thankfully he said he would help me track down my wallet/phone. He said he knew who the kid was – this 25 year old who was generally a good kid and never said anything to anyone – so we went to find the bus driver’s friend who had the kid’s mother’s phone number. We called the mom, and the kid’s girlfriend, but couldn’t get a hold of the kid as he had a new phone number that nobody seemed to know.
Next was to the electronics store so I could try to activate the FindMyPhone app, try to find the guy, and lock down my phone. The phone was already turned off so tracking it didn’t work, but I was able to put a sob story on the lock-screen about how badly I needed the phone.
Then the driver took me to the police station (and then another police station), where I gave my report, and was told to go take care of my business in town and come back in a few hours. So I wandered around downtown, not able to take care of my business (I didn’t have a wallet to pay for anything), and headed back to the bus station to find the driver and/or cop.
As soon as I was within eyesight of the bus station, the driver waved me down and said “I have some good news for you!” – and then paused for way too long. Finally I got it out of him that the kid had turned in my phone & wallet in to a police station, saying he found it somewhere and wanted to make sure it got to it’s owner. If I waited around until the driver’s bus was full, we could do his loop and then he would take me to the police station to get it.
We cruised the loop and drove over to the cop shop where he walked me in. The policewoman checked that the ID matched me, and said “sixty five dollars” in a matter of fact voice. I exclaimed “Sure! ECD or USD?” to which she laughed and told me that “no, that was how much money is in there.” Ummm, thanks? I couldn’t believe my luck. I got my phone, wallet, and all my cash back.
The driver gave me a ride back and I tipped him both to make up for the fares he missed while he was helping me out for a few hours, and just to thank him for helping me out so much.
I’m starting to like the people here in Antigua. They (all but one) seem pretty friendly.