One night on our way back to our hotel, we were waiting for our bus near a busy shopping district. While Luke was standing there, he felt something brush against his leg. When he looked down, he saw a strange metal object trying to fish out the camera in his pocket. He caught the guy next to him by the collar and tried to get help. The pickpocket tried to lie his way out, then apologize, then started to unbutton his shirt to get away. Luke tried to ask for help, but the language barrier was too much, plus, no one really wanted to help. He put the guy in a head-lock, but he was too sweaty to hold with just one arm. Luke chased him one block and called for help from an army officer, who pretty much ignored him. The bad guy got away, but we got his mammoth-sized tweezers! He must have had some nasty splinters in the past!
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