How I lost my backpack with passports and laptop

I had my backpack - with (work) laptop, both passports, wallet, house keys, etc. - stolen from a pub in Euston a couple of years ago. All that remained in my pockets was my phone & power bank, and airpods. It was stolen by a guy who went into the pub we were at, sat at an adjacent table, pretended to study the menu, deposited a dummy backpack to the communal pile under our table when we were standing to greet people, then picked up the heaviest one (mine) and walked out. Unlike the author, I wasn't black-out drunk, we were just distracted and someone was able to do a sleight of hand when we weren't paying attention.

The author is very lucky to get theirs back. I had to replace it all. As they say, replacing the UK one wasn't too bad - though I hadn't been in the UK for 2 years by that point so I had to get extra guarantors to sign photos and write a declaration. The other one was a nightmare, and by pure luck the embassy could look up my last application and pull the birth certificate reference number for me. Again, 2 guarantors and I was very lucky to have a friend from that country visiting.

I reported it as stolen, hoping that they'd steal the laptop and wallet and then ditch the rest. Unfortunately, either nobody found it or nobody turned it in. Of course, the CCTV that was in the pub was 'too blurry' to be of any use. CCTV has a funny tendency of being useless in that regard.

In my case, I crashed at a friend's place that evening, and then went down to my local makerspace for lack of wanting to pay a locksmith £fuckloads to unlock my door on a Sunday. By pure luck, there was a lockpicking nerd there and they came and slipped my door for me. Thankfully, that was enough to help offset a lot of the negativity of the whole affair. I felt like I got off lucky a bit, and didn't dwell so much on it as a result.

I have a similar story, one that also took place in London. I had my bag stolen from under a chair outside a pub near UCL. It contained various important things including my passport, a journal with about six month’s of writing in it, critical notes for a project I was working on, etc. I was devastated.

A week later I had mostly made my peace with losing all my stuff and was about to apply, for a new passport, when I received a very posh letter in the post with an imposing coat of arms atop it; it was from the Duke of Bedford’s estate, which owns most of the land all around Bloomsbury. They told me they had found my bag in the locked garden in the middle of Bedford Square. The thieves must have thrown it over the railings, and fortunately there was a letter addressed to me inside it that gave away my address. I went to their very grand estate office to collect it and, amazingly, everything was still there, including the passport which the thieves apparently did not want.

>A couple of years ago, I would have panicked at this moment. I'm pretty neurotic: my mind is constantly occupied with producing negative scenarios that "need" to be considered and anticipated. I eat myself from inside out with endless "what ifs", calculating worst-case scenarios and failures — all that sort of thing.

I can relate strongly to this. ADHD and OCD tendencies made leaving for even a vacation frustrating. I think part of that was growing up in a situation where losing something important like a phone or laptop was a financial hardship that meant real, lasting pain.

Now, as I am older and more financially stable, I only really worry that I have my phone and wallet. And really I only need one of them. All of my IDs are scanned and backed up online. I just need a device and internet connection and I can recover enough of my life to get home, where I can get back on track and order new items. When going over our final leave-list, my partner and I typically just end with “and we have a credit card, so it doesn’t matter if we’ve forgotten something”.

When traveling to more remote places with less of a chance of being able to replace a phone at short notice, I do bring an old phone as backup.

I have airtags in my backpack, briefcase, wallet, luggage and keys now. One of the best qol improvements I've done. I'm careless and forget stuff a lot and even just saving the few minutes it regularly took me to find stuff misplaced at home is great. It also let me recover my bag when I forgot it on a train (I watched it go to a holding station overnight and travel all over the country the next day, and could then anticipate where it would be and go take it back)

I also have a similar experience to that described in the article (nearly 10 years ago, pre airtags) of having my wallet drop out my pocket while cycling in the Netherlands. A German couple found it and took it back to Germany with them as they weren't sure what to do. They found me on Facebook, asked if it was ok to take some cash from the wallet, and put it in the post back to me in NL.

Coming from South Africa which probably has similarities to Russia in terms of return rates for lost valuable belongings it was quite a defining moment of "Europe" for me.

It used to be somebody would slip you a Rohypnol and roll you. Now you slip yourself a Phenibut and get rolled.

I wouldn't characterize Phenibut as a "nootropic" as it's arguable that such a thing (nootropic) exists. I'd say it is "Русский for Valium".

When I was in college there were forums like "alt.drugs" where people shared stories like "I smoked weed and had a lot of fun" and Erowid was like that for a while but pretty soon it was full of stories that the Partnership for a Drug Free America couldn't have made up, often people who took way too many downers and got into trouble.

> sleeping on phenibut is very restful

Is this just you subjective experience or is it backed by some data or research? For me personally, sleeping after phenibut doesn't feel healthy at all -- in fact I often end up sleeping for 12+ hours unless I have something important to do in the morning, and it's extremely hard to get out of bed every time.

This is a dream I have a few times a year. The panic! The horror! Everything gone. Just the feeling of personal loss and devastation every time I have the dream.

Alcohol makes my stomach very upset, perhaps because I can't burp.

Stories like this make me thankful that it is very painful for me to drink more than 2 beers, even though I very much enjoy beer.

I've never heard of phenibut before. It sounds interesting.

Honestly. When I was a kid 20 years ago backpacking around i was worried about this. Now I'm also worried about it but honestly there aren't very many issues. I've had temporary passports issued, cancelled cards, new phones setup on "new sims". One thing I did carry back then was keys. I don't anymore. The rest is just so easy to replace these days. My laptop is insured and so is my work one.

See given this is hackernews. I was hoping for software bug shipped it to Saint Kitts or something, but was disappointed.

Story of a recovered passport - no alcohol and 21 years back.

Was visiting Toronto labor day weekend 2004 with a freshly minted green card and India's passport with family (wife+2kids). Was in Eaton center, we were trying to take a train/metro to somewhere, kept my waist pouch (that I used those days) on top of the stroller's canopy to pay at the ticket counter and when I was done, of course the pouch was not there.

The realization of theft was immediate. I could not have dropped it earlier since I just took the money out. It disappeared in the last one minute. BTW, not just the pouch, even the wallet was gone as I had taken only the cash and put everything on top of the stroller's canopy. Wallet, Passports, Green Card - all gone.

Talked to the Mall security, they did not do much except write a report and make me call credit card companies to cancel the cards. Then went to police, but police said they can not do anything without an ID and asked me to get an ID (temporary or whatever from my embassy). Of course it is a Sunday and the embassy is closed. Could go back to hotel, still had access to rental car (that we decided not to use for this trip), but that was it. Tried to think through this but nope - this was so unchartered I did not know what to do. What will happen to work, how will I get passport, how will we get green card reprocessed, how will we pay the hotel (since the cards were canceled) - complete (but not visible) panic.

Thankfully my company had offices in Toronto, so found some connections and trying to talk to them on what will happen if I got stranded in Toronto like this. They started looking into this.

Also talked to my landlord back in US and ask him to be prepared to go to our apartment and pull out the green card files. Told him I will call back if I need help.

By now it is 2+ hours. We are walking back to Hotel, and I get a call (thanks cellphones) from someone saying they found my pouch with passports. It appears my checkbook was also in the pouch and that had my phone number. They are not nearby - "oh I found it on the train as I was leaving" and now you will need to come here, about 45 minutes west from there. I say sure I will be there as soon as I can. I call my company's contact and they provide me an escort since it was an unknown area to me (and them). I get the car, my wife does not want me to go alone so it is all of us, we pick up my "colleague" from his home, and land up at the place we were asked to.

Thankfully a person comes down from a tall building and hands me the bag. The bag had 300-400 when I lost it, but now it is just 20 bucks. He says that's how it was. And then he asks me for a finders fee - I give the 20 bucks to him, and move on.

Except the money, got back everything else. Phew.

[ Edit - Trying to remember the scenario more since I came back here to respond to a question. My wallet was definitely gone. How did the mall security get me to cancel the cards? As I recall, we called 2 credit card companies ... and canceled those cards based on the social, but at that point I was sure the mall security was not going to help, so I said those were all the cards I had and left from there. ]