No matter how seasoned a traveller you are or how streetwise you kid yourself into thinking yourself to be, you're only ever a momentary lapse away from allowing life to shove a custard pie into your overly smug and well-travelled face. Again.
Today, on the streets of Budapest (well, just the one very wide and very deserted one, to be fair) I was the victim of - I have to say - a brilliantly executed scam involving a fake tourist, a fake policeman and some incredible sleight-of-hand. The 'custard pie' in this particular case was the loss of the best part of 100 pounds sterling in local currency. I don't normally carry such a substantial sum around with me, but a higher force than I had obviously been at work synchronising everything to perfection. Either that, or I'm a complete idiot.
The jury's out - but it shouldn't take them long.
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