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We left the camp site and ran about a mile, only to miss our train to Pisa. Waited an hour and a half for the next to arrive. While running Wez dropped his bag with his camera in.
The previous evening Wez noticed that a polythene bag containing €10, 5 pounds and 20 slovene whatevers had gone missing but didn’t do anything about it, assuming he must have accidentaly left it somewhere or it had been stolen (not that much money). But sitting on the train he realised that his interrail ticket had been in the bag as well.
OH DEAR.
After a long and drawn out process he reported it lost or stolent to the Italian police to get an incident number. The policeman we dealt with was lovely but his superior kept really yelling at him in Italian in front of us. I think he thought we were wasting police time and was telling the other policeman to tell us to get lost, but the person actually dealing with us spoke English and understood our situation.
The older guy was intimidating, unprofessional and rude, a discrace to the Italian Police. It didn’t help that he had a gun.
Wez sorted out that the insurance company would re-imburse the tickets he needed for the rest of the journey and we spent a lot of time in the train station in Pisa before walking a kilometre to see the leaning tower and walked back again. Caught a late train to Florence.