In 2005 I was in Vilnius/Lithuania. I had not pre-booked any hotel, and this was a big mistake. The flight went well, and when I arrived in Vilnius, I was picked up by a taxi driver, with the alias “Bud”. He was very nice and easy to talk to, so I asked him about good hotels in the city. We drove around and first he stopped at a place he said the beer was excellent, so I went inside and buyed one. After 20 minutes we ended up at a hotel, that I do not remember the name of. When he left me off, he gave me his business card, with telephone number, and told that we could go out and take some beers one day. The time when we arrived was around 12 at the day, and my room would be ready at 2 o’clock. My second mistake, was that I did not pay for the room right away. The gigolo took my luggage to a room, till the room was ready.
I then decided to go to McDonalds to get something to eat. I ordered and should pay, then I discovered it. My wallet was missing. I was at first calm, and was searching everywhere for it. When I could not find it I began to panicking, and went back the route I came from. But nothing. I was in panic, shock, distress, and just imagined how 5 days out in the street of Vilnius would be like. A nightmare!
At first I went to a police station. A woman there said they could not help me, but only told me to be careful because of gangs and thieves at the streets. When I walked out of the police station I saw 10-20 pictures on the wall with “Most Wanted” headlines, with the scariest freaks you could imagine.
I then went to the Norwegian embassy in Vilnius, but it was of course closed, since this was a Saturday. I was in more and more panic and was really dehydrated, cause of the burning sun. I went back to the hotel, paralyzed, but still up and going. I asked the woman behind the reception about a glass of water, but she said no, yes you heard right. When I begged 5-10 times, she gave up and did give me 1 glass of water, but that was it. I refer that woman as “The bitch from hell”!
My only chance left was to call the taxi driver, since I got his phone number. But since my phone was dead…..I needed to ask “The bitch from hell”. I told her the situation, and did look into her sadistic eyes, but for some reason she said okay. But said: “Only 1 call and that’s it”. I remember I prayed to God, that he should answer. After sometime she was speaking in native language, and talked for some minutes. She hang up and told me…………….He was in another city right now, but will come here later the evening. For me that was a miracle at that time. The time was now 3 at the day, and I was just waiting. The time was going…4…5.…6.….7.…8.…9…10.…11.….and there he was. I was so dehydrated at that time that I barely could speak, and was nearly crying, because he actually was showing up. For me an angel, a miracle!
He was talking to “The bitch from hell” in the native language, and I could not understand a word, but I could see he was angry at her, and told me that we were driving to another hotel. We drove around 10 minutes and was entering another hotel, where they left me in as my passport as guarantee. He knew the owner of that hotel. That was the reason.
He was with me up to the room, and told me to relax and everything will be okay. He left me some money too, and told me we were going to the embassy Monday to straight things up. When he left, I remember that I was standing in the shower for hours. I was so dehydrated, hungry. I called my family, friends, crying and was clearly in shock. Some of my friends sent me money thru the embassy that I picked up on Monday together with “Bud”.
“Bud” was for me an angel and a demon and the same time, and I will explain why. For sure he could have saved my life, cause if he had not showing up, I would have been outside without water, food, only my baggage, for 5 days. And around 50 km walking to the airport. I could have walked to the embassy again on Monday, but with a cold shoulder, I am sure. There was nothing they could do, the boss said, beside help me get the money from my friends. Without phone, money, food, water. I maybe would not write this right now. For me this was a traumatic experience, and that is why I write this story down. I need to, for my own sake.
The reason why “Bob” was a demon, is because I am pretty sure he did take my wallet in the first place, before he left me off at the hotel. He also tried to take my phone in another trip we made, after all the things were cleared from the embassy. He took me on a sightseeing then, an suddenly my phone was gone. When I understood it was him, I played al long, and was acting really sad, and suddenly he said he found it. Yeah, right. At that time, I understood that he was a thief, and also the reason of all this shit.
But, that he saved my life, and did show up at the hotel the tragic day, was a miracle. Not normal for a thief to do, so I guess it was bad conscious. Actually showing that he was not a bad thief, but just trying to survive in that poor country. So, who could blame him.
For me he maybe saved my life and I am thankful for that. But it is like throwing me off a boat, and then rescues me again. Should I be thankful, or should I hate him?
If he had not showing up I would have been left out on the streets with my baggage. The one and only thing to do then, in my desperate situation, was to do something criminal. Like breaking into a store or something. I needed water, food, and safety….and in a police station I would have got that. That was strafing my mind as the time went on. I am not a criminal in any way, but in that situation I would have done it, for sure. I know it in long term would be bad, but in short time for survival it’s a logic thing. A survivals thinking.
The alternative would have been 5 days at the streets of Vilnius with thieves, hookers, bandits, and mafia. Without money, food, water, phone. And a 50 km to the airport.
I much more blame “The bitch from hell”, that could not offer me anything. A room for my passport. Water. A smile. Not any human empathy. This is directed to you: Do NOT come to Norway! My anger towards you is extreme.
I will not ever take a vacation again without pre-booking everything. That is for sure.