Written 24 May 2020 at 10:02am, Sunday:
Walking downhill, down a street. To my right I go into a cabin/motel room. I stash my bag inside. I go back out to keep exploring, walking downhill. At the bottom I see lots of buildings, windows with balconies protruding like bridges to the open air. There were two women on bikes at an intersection where we were stopped. They ask me, “Were you gonna try –?” I couldn’t make out the last thing they said. It was something local I didn’t know. I think I said no, not sure. They bike off laughing silently. I hike back up the hill. The door to my room was ajar, I don’t remember locking it, but I sensed I’d been robbed. My bag was pulled out from under the bed (I don’t remember putting it under the bed, though). My wallet was missing some cash. I tell the hotel manager or my dad who is suddenly there. I empty my bag to see if the rest of my money is still there–I had left cash in different parts of the bag, spreading it so it’s not in one place. Then I wonder why they didn’t steal the whole bag in the first place. I keep pulling money out from different pockets. I estimate about 400 gone out of a thousand. My dad said he wanted to go. I said I rented the place for a night already paid and there’s two beds.
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