It had to happen.

This story takes place 15 minutes after publication of the entry below.

Cue dramatic music. Again.

Not such an interesting story, really.

I thought it only happened in Tokyo, but as I learned it also happens in Mexico; Transit Police push commuters onto trains in an effort to utilise every square unit of space.

I was most worried about not getting let onto the train at peak hour with my backpack. Large bags are not allowed on the metro. The transit police did not second glance, they just pushed a bunch of us through the open doors like an package too fat for the mail slot.

I was glad to be on the train, on my way to the airport, on my way to Santiago. I knew someone was going to try and pickpocket me whilst on the packed train, so I kept my hand on my pocket, guarding my slim wallet.

There was no way I was going to get pick-pocketed by any sneaky little kids.

Instead, I was pick-pocketed by two not so sneaky adolescents.

A few seconds before the doors closed, two dudes semi forcibly buried their hand in my pockets before I could think how to stop them without being violent. Then they were gone. I could not chase after them as I would have had to leave my big bag on the train. No option but acceptance.

I was not really upset, or angry. In fact, I was relieved.

I continued to the airport and sat down to sort my shit out.

Six hours later I landed in Santiago, less one credit card, one bank card, one drivers licence some cash and my student card.

No big deal.