Traveling: the half asleep way.

To night I came home at one o'clock. Dumped my bags suitcases and tripods on the floor and went to bed. This morning I wanted to brush my teeth and opened one of my bags. How come someone put their stuff into my bag!? After slowly coming to consciousness I realized that it actually wasn't my bag... I had committed my first airport-theft. Weee! Yet another big step towards my bad-boy image.


Since I'm so comfortable with my new image I won't tell you that I went to the airport and gave back the stolen bag. (I don't need someone else's dirty underwear anyway.) My almost identical bag was luckily lying there waiting for me.