Archive for February, 2012

Martin’s wallet goes AWOL – book two

February 17, 2012

And so, we knew where the wallet was but it was now nearly 8am and we had three hours before our flight back to Goa.

Back to the police station, where they informed us the wallet would return at 10am. With a flight at 11.20am, this wasn’t much time. So Alison proceeded to the airport to brief Spice Jet and Martin stayed at Jaipur station, prepared to miss the flight if necessary.

It takes about 30 minutes from central Jaipur to the airport, and Spice Jet said they would keep the check in open to 10.45 for Martin, enough time in theory. But guess what. 10am came and went, then 10.05, 10.10 and 10.15. At 10.20, seemingly from nowhere, the wallet appeared. Completely intact.

Martin and his taxi driver proceeded in frantic fashion, horn blazing, and at 10.40 he sent Alison a text ‘Terminal’ followed by a smiley face. Alison sent back ‘Great’ (phones not working for calls), forgetting of course that Martin is not good with text. He was trying to send ‘Terminal?’ We didn’t realise there were two!

Anyway, by the wonders of how these things happen in India, the driver transporting Martin was good friends with the person who’d dropped Alison off earlier, so he rang his mate and the mystery was solved. Martin ran up to the Spice Jet check in just as it was closing, to be met with the words ‘Mr Martin?’

All is well that ends well, as I think someone said before. And yet another triumph for Indian Railways. How do they do it?

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Martin’s wallet goes AWOL – book one

February 17, 2012

Our journey back from Udaipur involved an overnight train to Jaipur, followed by a flight back to Goa. We arrived by train around 6am and were just about to order breakfast when Martin realised his wallet was missing. Had he dropped it? Had his pocket been picked? We didn’t know.

While Martin searched all his numerous pockets in case he’d made a mistake, Alison consulted the station master. His advice, come back at 7.30 when the train we had been on would reach the next station. Martin was then despatched to file an FIR, the all important document we would need from the police to prove we had reported the wallet stolen. We weren’t worried about the money or the credit cards, these could be replaced. However Martin’s Goan driving license was in the wallet and … well, regular readers of this blog don’t need a lecture on Goan bureaucracy.

Come 7.30am and back to the station manager. Miracle of miracles, the wallet had been found by the ticket collector on the train (another triumph for Indian Railways). Martin had dropped it on the berth he was sleeping on. But how to get it back from its journey up the line? To be continued …