Nice one, Fate

Apparently Fate is a reader of this blog. So, when I wrote a few weeks back that I am still secretly scared of riding my bicycle around Soc Trang, Fate decided to step in and solve my problem for me. By the will of Fate, my bicycle was stolen last week.

I've never had anything stolen from me before. It was a bizarre experience. I couldn't sleep I was so angry. It was a learning experience - I learnt what stages I go through after being robbed of something, I also learnt not to leave a bicycle in the front courtyard. Dan also learnt something - that I don't take being robbed very well and that he shouldn't leave the courtyard gate unlocked.

The 4 post-robbery stages:

1. Realisation. WTF, where is my bike?!?!

2. Anger. RRRRAAAAAAAAGGGHHHRRRRRRRRR!!!

3. Suspicion. That bike looks a lot like the one stolen from me......

4. Acceptance. Ah, memories, the times that bike and I spent together....

Actually there is a final stage that I have left off here, and that is Stage 5 - Moving On. This week we went and bought another bike - this one is second-hand so shouldn't be so tempting to thieves. The new/old bike is purple, has no lock, no gears, no bell and only has a little bit of rust.

Anyway, if Fate is a reader of my blog then I hope Karma is too. So Karma, if you're reading this, can you please go and find the person who stole my bike and give them a right kick up the backside for me? Cheers!