We were finally enjoying a well-deserved break in Goa.
We recruited a great group of friends, had an adventurous journey by car at night and scored the best AC cottages right at Anjuna beach:
We spent 5 impossible sunsets:
And divine sunrises after full-power nights:
The morning of the last day, we were ready for a short day at the beach to charge up energy to retake our lives back on earth, in Bombay…
But my friend Álvaro and I dawned Iphoneless, Ipadless and walletless… The room felt as empty as this:
The most frustrating part is that we were sleeping inside when we got robbed! Our devices were plugged beside the bedhead… the thieves had unplugged the Iphones from right next to our ears! They took my Ipad from the top of the cupboard and they found my wallet inside the pocket of my trousers on the chair.
How could we sleep while it happened?
We felt really dumb.
After some tear of hopelessness, we remembered: Findmyiphone!
With the help of Another friend´s Iphone we discovered our devices were all off, except my iphone… It was online and it was travelling south!
We went to the police. These kind of robberies are not unusual, in fact two foreign couples were also filing complaints for robbery when we came in…
The police had to scrutinize the app to believe we were able to track the exact location of the missing items. My iphone was traveling on the highway through the capital, Panjim.
The owner of the cottages, who had suffered a similar incident in the same cabin, got his Innova and drove like Fernando Alonso, picking up 3 cops dressed as civilians on the way.
The point had stopped near the airport.
We assessed the exact spot with difficulty, since apple maps does not work in India, and findmyiphone only works with them. But we managed to narrow the location to three slum houses next to the railway station. A few kids were playing cricket on the field (you can see below) and there was a repair shop on the side of the houses.
The last cop we picked up, the local, called one of the older boys from the cricket game with a kiss (it is used like a whistle in India) and a strong hand move. He rapidly came and the three policemen started covering the area.
They came back to ask for the exact location in the app. It had to be around there.
We tried searching inside the seats of recently used bikes at the shop, when the teenage informant told us the police had identified a backpack.
We went inside a structure made out of cement grey bricks. We opened the zipper of the bag and I had to take this shaky pic:
There it was, my RED FLAMING IPAD! And we also found our Iphones hidden in the pockets of a pair of trousers! Along with some of the missing things from the couples at the police station.
But that was not all… There were several bags. The police had seized a major Ali Baba’s Cave! A dozen Ipads, over 30 smartphones, and many wallets, but not mine.
We still felt pretty victorious… what are the chances!
The thieves were actually two of the kids playing cricket. When they noticed the police was after them, they ran away and grabbed onto a running local bus, only to get caught by the local police.
They told me they received a few slaps from the owner of the cottages until they talked.
They were apparently part of a larger gang. According to the police, these gangs sell these items cheap, so they also use the kids for begging. There were several printed sheets which stated they were “dumb” (mute) and told “the” histrionic story of their parents.
We had to share our ride back with these angelic thieves. Anger turned to pity when “the others” became human.
Back in the office the inspector inquired how we managed to find the booty in such short period of time, where they usually take months.
This is the funnily written statement I had to sign:
Two final thoughts, one deep, one random:
1.- We feel so lucky. About recovering our stuff, yeah, but also about our lives.
2.- Apple forever.