Saturday, 31 October 2009

Honour the London Cabbie

I was very sceptical as to whether I was going to have my camera kit returned to me.

TFL Lost Property Office dropped me an email last week to tell me that they may have my lost property and I should contact them to confirm. So I promptly did. They reeled off what was in the backpack and I kept saying yes. I still didn't dare to believe until I had it in my hand.

Heading to Baker Street I was getting nervous as I entered the Lost Property office. When they brought the bag out I let myself believe. It looked like my bag! When I checked the contents, I felt exhausted. The nervous energy and adrenalin drained out of me and I was washed over with relief and gratitude. I left a big bonus for the taxi driver along with a letter of thank you, gushing out my feelings :-)

Of course, I had to test out the camera on the way home to make sure it was OK so I could then cancel the insurance claim.

So if you do lose any property in a London Black Cab then there is a high probability that you will get it back. Make sure you contact the TFL Lost Property Office  and let your local police station know of the loss.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Rotterdam, The Netherlands (lost camera)

On a work trip to Rotterdam I took along my Canon 5D MkII and 24-105 F4L IS lens (why I am listing my equipment, you will find out about in a little while...)

After a long day at work, I took my camera out for a walk around Rotterdam to wind down and capture some of the unique sights and architecture of this modern city. And this is a modern city due it being levelled in the World War. I like the way it is laid out but I found it quite sterile and lacking character/soul.

Oh, and everything seems to close at 10pm. Being born and bred in England and considering myself as British, I and my colleagues are used to eating and drinking late.

Don't get me wrong though, I do like Rotterdam and its people. I love the way people say hello and goodbye when they enter and exit the lifts. Oh, and a "shandy" is called a Panaché or a Snow White, depending on how trendy the bar is.

Returning to the UK and on the way back home, which was on Thursday 15th Oct, I lost my camera bag!!! It contained my gear and a couple of books, carton of cigs, Ray Ban sunglasses and some maps. I basically stepped out of the London Black Cab, picked up my suitcase from the front of the cab and turned to walk into London Bridge to catch the train home.

Feeling a little lighter, not sure why as I scoffed as mush as I usually do, I then realised I did not have my back pack!! Doh! As I turn and see the taxi leave the canopy of London Bridge, the expletives pour from my mouth.

And I was sober!

More to come...

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