So Im standing on the Mont Blanc bridge waitin to meet up with Ottavia cause shes comin with me to look at a flat.

Theres a bunch of, lets just say 'gangsta types' a little down the road. One guy asks me for a cig, Im a nice enough guy, I give him one and even light it for him... I've been around enough of the type so to say that I perceive them as clowns moreso than a threat is pretty accurate. The guy is way too overfriendly and walks off... I check my back pocket 'Oh no you didn't you *** ** * *****!'

Run after the kid, grad him by the collar... he looks at me as if he just pissed himself, hands me back my wallet and says 'Pardon.' I looked at him with a mixture of im-about-to-throw-you-in-the-lake and pure confusion. I guess for him tryin to steal my wallet and gettin caught was equivalent to giving someone too little change back. So yeah, that was interesting... I know that from the rougher areas in Sydney and back in NYC... didn't expect that in this town though haha.

Oh well, but much worse, I went for some pints at the Pickwick or whatever afterwards with Matt. 8 CHF pints!?!?!? How? Why?