I once lost my passport, debit card, credit card and wallet in Rabat, Morocco
After a mostly hellish but occasionally brilliant week of long haul bus travel, I arrived rather raggedy and malnourished at the British Consulate in Tangier. It was awesome, like being in Tangier in Victorian times, everyone was incredibly posh and always referred to the locals as 'The Arabs'. But they were great, really nice and helpful, and a couple of days + £70 later I had an emergency passport and a plan to get home. First time I ever felt proud to be British.

Then they tried to take my emergency passport off me at Gatwick, when I still had to fly to Scotland. Missed my flight arguing with staff, and went back to thinking Britain is shit.

edit - wrong town!
(leviticus no longer likes the cut of your gib on, Thu 23 Feb 2012, 13:24, Reply)