Guys... I lost my passport... (26/7)

On a trip like this unexpected problems are usual or, at least, they tend to happen. Some of us (ok, just one of the 3) are well known for their huge attraction to bad luck events like forgetting plane tickets before the plane trip, leaving eye glasses on top of cars, wallets and mobile phones outside summer festival tents and so on and so on. These were only some reasons for us to be worried, before and during the trip.

Vain worries, I have to say, things turned out almost perfect! The only stress we had happened on the first 15 minutes of the trip and it was quickly solved: Just before boarding, the playmaker realised he had lost his passport… We tried to act cool about it, even if we weren’t… We thought about going back the same way and it turned out to be a nice plan. On the first stop, a security guard knew why were we worried, we saw the passport on the ground and he sent it to lost and founds. What a relief…

That same guard even gave us some precious piece of advice: “Cuidado com as moças russas” which roughly means “Beware of the Russian girls” :)