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I just learned of something called ‘virtual kidnappings.’ The way it works is simple: The morally suspect troll around the internet looking for evidence that a certain person (any person) is visiting a certain place at a certain time. Facebook is great for this.

During that certain time, the kidnappers then contact the certain family of the certain individual in question and state (falsely) that they have kidnapped the traveller during their vacation in a certain place and will injure them in a certain way if a certain ransom is not paid.

It’s a sad state of affairs but is – I suppose – the price we pay for something like the web. As such, I’m going to cease informing the readers of The Gondola Project where I am traveling to ahead of time.

I don’t actually suspect I’d be a victim of virtual kidnapping (if one can really be a ‘victim’ of such a bizarre phenomenon), but my travel gives my poor mother enough grief as it is. When she heard about virtual kidnappings, that was the last straw. She made me promise not to reveal online where I was traveling to ahead of time. She made me promise and it’s the least I can do.

Always listen to Mom. Well, maybe not always . . . but regularly.