I'm hot, I'm tired, my stomach is arguing with the dosa I had for dinner, and my freaking skin is on fire! And now this 'dude' is bothering me with this nonsense! "No, that's not mine! My money is in my ba-" I drop the end of the word as I look down at my feet to see, not my bag, but empty floor. Passport, wallet, guidebook and camera, all...gone. And that's how I got robbed in India.