The Travelling Trooper Gets Robbed (Epilogue)

Trevor and I had a flight to Myanmar to catch at 4:30 in the afternoon. That gave me plenty of time to hunt down a police station and get them to file a police report for my stolen phone.

I felt stupid for not thinking about it myself, but Bruce had mentioned that I might be able to get some money from my travel insurance company if I produce a police report. I hadn’t bothered to go to the police at first because I figured it’d be impossible to track the phone down without the IME number. Besides, I was leaving the country in a couple of days. But hey, if there’s a possibility of getting some money back, then hell ya, I’m gonna try!

The receptionist at my hotel told me that there was a police station right across from Darbur Square. Perfect, I was going back to the scene of the crime. Hilaaaarious.

It was a good 20 minute walk to Darbur Square. Pieter and Natalie had mentioned there were loads of pigeons there. They weren’t kidding.


Unfortunately, the officer at the police station told me to go to the Tourism Police, which was another ten minutes further in the direction I had been walking.

Along the way, I stopped by this random little temple-looking place.

Once I got to the Tourism Police office, it was closed–of course. A guy who worked in an office said that was really weird, because they should’ve been open by then. He directed me to the Tourism Board, which was “ten minutes down that way. When you reach the end of the road after the bridge, take a left.”

Done and done, sir. Thank you very much.

Except when I crossed the brige and took a left, there was no Tourism Board to be seen. I walked a block until I found an officer. He directed me to walk towards the bus terminal, and so that’s exactly what I did.




I took this as a very good omen, because just that morning, I had discovered that yet another Metallica member had suffered a serious injury on the Bobblehead Tour.


Robert had suffered foot dismemberment! For the first time, I was starting to worry whether or not the boys would be able to make it through to the end of the tour in one piece.

When I saw that bus, though, I knew that everything would be alright.

(And just an update: I’m writing this from my hotel in Mandalay, Myanmar, where Robert is currently recovering from his super glue procedure. He’s doing very well and is standing on his own two feet.)

Back to the search for the Tourism Board, though. I walked all the way through the bus terminal and didn’t see any signage to point me in the right direction. Thankfully, there was a man on a motorbike dropping off his wife and his child at the bus terminal, and I asked him if he knew where the Tourism Board was. Not only did he point me in the right direction, but he gave me a ride the rest of the way there! Huzzah!

Once inside, I was directed to the other side of the building, where the Tourism Police office was located. The three officers there were very surprised to see me, as I suspect they usually don’t have very much to do.

They gave me paperwork to fill out (I practically wrote a novella detailing the theft), offered me a slice of mandarin, and directed me to the nearest photocopier, where I could photocopy my passport for their report.

Once that was done, we said our goodbyes, and I headed back to the hotel to pick up my bags. Trevor and I were off to Myanmar.

I should get the police report e-mailed to me in two weeks. Then we’ll see if the insurance company is kind enough to look past the fact that I don’t have a receipt detailing the cost of my phone. Fingers crossed.

OH! I have a little Public Service Announcemen for everybody. I learned this from Pieter and Natalie, who I think searched this on the Internet after my phone was stolen. If you want to know your IME number and you already threw out the box that your phone came in, all you have to do is this:

  1. Bring up the number pad on your phone, as if you are going to call somebody.
  2. Type *#06#

The screen that comes up will have your IME number. Police can use this number to track your phone. You should probably know this number BEFORE your phone gets stolen.

You’re welcome 🙂


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