With a rev of the engine he was gone.
And so was my purse, along with my brand new $600 unlocked smartphone.
Are you f***ing kidding me?
Standing outside a Chinese temple in the middle of Chinatown, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. I was waiting for Adam to snap his last few pictures, it happened. I was the victim of a ‘moto-thief’. This was a street we had spent much time on over the last few days, but today it’s a crime scene.
Motor bikes riding down the sidewalk is a normal, yet very annoying, occurrence in Southeast Asia. It didn’t take me by surprise to see a motor bike pull off the road and on to the sidewalk just in front of me. I glance away to see if Adam has made his way out yet, and that’s when I feel the tug… I whip my head around only seeing the red helmet. It happened so fast my brain was still processing as he was already weaving through traffic.
He was probably watching me, waiting for just the right moment. When he saw it, he drove up on to the sidewalk as I looked down, and grabbed the bag right out of my hands. I can still feel it being ripped away, such an aggravating feeling.
Panic and freak out set in as we rush back to the room begin to change every password on every account signed into the stolen phone. Probably not likely that the red helmet wearing bastard has even the slightest interest (or even read the English text) in what apps I have, but we figure better safe than sorry. Plus I really don’t want him getting ahold of my Instagram account and sending you all dirty pictures… The strange things you think of after just being robbed.
Saturday afternoon in the polis station
There are very few destinations I would rather visit less than the “Polis” Station in downtown Kuala Lumpur, however that’s exactly where I found myself after more than an hour long process, I finally got the police report I needed for my insurance. I was handed the keyboard to type my report, and walked through the questions. One interesting question was my religion….he asked what religion and looked at me and says Christian and moved onto the next question without ever waiting for my response. Not sure sure what religion has to do with my police report. He also wanted my address, my mothers address, and my work address. Also don’t forget your passport, that was also necessary to file a police report. We left being told that we would be contacted by the investigating officer if they come up with anything… I won’t be holding my breath. There are literally hundreds of thousands of motor bikes in Kuala Lumpur, and since the theft we’ve noticed red is an extremely popular helmet color.
Hannah doing her best version of a reenactment at the crime scene
Things could have been worse, we weren’t hurt, it was just stuff. Stuff is replaceable. There were a few other things lost too, including our small point and shoot camera, and little bit of cash. The worst part about it is without a doubt loosing the pictures on my phone. We took extensive videos of the Thaipusam festival the day before on that phone and hadn’t yet download them.
Dear man with the red helmet (and now my belongings), karma will find you.
Have you ever had any stolen while traveling?