So a few nights ago, I’m at the Mango Inn with some folks having a pizza. The Mango Inn has dorms for the younger backpackers that are learning diving and crams them 4 to a room. It’s common knowledge.
A man staying at the regular part of the hotel comes up to one of us with a local man tagging along.
Apparently the local man had come to the hotel with a drivers license and was going door to door at the hotel showing an ID and asking if we knew the person. We did. It is a Dive Master Trainee (DMT) that we know at the shop.
The local man had found his knapsack with all his wallet, keys, phone….everything at the beach about a mile away. And then he had gone on a walk-about to find the rightful owner.
He gave us the ID and said that the owner could come and pick the stuff up if he presented the ID and it matched. It did, and they young kid left a healthy reward. It had been lost the night before.
PostScript: Our clumsy traveler heard on the phone the next morning…”Its a long story…Yes, Mom. I know…..I won’t…..OK I will be more careful.”