well, that was exciting
To tell the story in time sequence, as opposed to the way I figured it out this morning: last night around 4 am, the two French brothers who are staying in my hostel room met a couple of cool guys on a corner nearby, went to get some beers from the 24-hour minimart, the cool guys slipped something in their beer, and they all came back up to the hostel room where the cool guys proceeded to steal the brothers’ backpacks and my daypack. Luckily there wasn’t much left in my daypack (sometimes apparently it’s good to have your stuff strewn all over in a hostel, instead of packed up tidily…)—I just lost my sunglasses, spare camera battery, some groceries, and—of course—my travel journal. I’m sure it’ll fetch a good price on the black market. Ah, St. Petersburg, just when I was starting to think that crime-ridden 21st-century Russia was a myth….
