Hotel Security Measures in Angeles City
Posted: July 21st, 2025, 7:51 pm
My apartel room was broken into twice—while I was asleep. Can you imagine? They stole my phones, credit cards, and around P2,000 in cash. I called to have my main credit card replaced, but it never arrived. Without my SIM card, I couldn’t complete two-step verifications, so I was locked out of my banking and online accounts.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to split my other credit and debit cards into two separate batches. The hidden stash? Never found by the thieves.
I had to leave the Philippines and go back to the US to replace all of this. But because my hidden credit cards had PINs and I had two more debit cards, I was able to leave and even go to Paris on the way back for a one week stopover.
Since then, I don’t take chances:
I don't trust hotel safes, they can just open those with a 0000 and they all have a master key in the reception. Plus, the battery may just run down and you can't open it.
I travel with a ScotteVest
I use FlexSafe ( look it up). I put it on the hanging bar in the drawer and throw some underwear or some ugly t-shirt over it.
I keep at least three bank accounts, each with its own debit card, stored in different places.
I carry five or more credit cards, each set up with a PIN for emergency cash advances. Hidden in separate places.
I use a hanger safe (look it up—they're clever), and I added a door handle alarm that I hang on the door before sleeping.
I also buy bundles of old Zimbabwean dollars from the Mugabe era on eBay. They're practically worthless, but they say “Dollars” on them. Most thieves see that and think they’ve hit the jackpot—many don’t even know Zimbabwe is a real country.
When I’m back in the Philippines, I scatter those fake bills around the house—stuffed in drawers, jacket pockets, even wallets filled with expired cards. Next time, I’ll go further: I plan to hide valuables in fake Coke bottles, hollowed-out books, and disguised bean cans—all easy to find online.
Most thieves aren’t smart enough to realize the real money is hidden in plain sight. A little misdirection goes a long way.
Yes, it may seem like overkill—but it’s worked ever since.
And if you’re the kind of person who brags, “I’ve never had a problem,” I have just two things to say:
Not yet. Every victim once said the same thing—until it happened.
You’re just being cavalier and are pushing your luck.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to split my other credit and debit cards into two separate batches. The hidden stash? Never found by the thieves.
I had to leave the Philippines and go back to the US to replace all of this. But because my hidden credit cards had PINs and I had two more debit cards, I was able to leave and even go to Paris on the way back for a one week stopover.
Since then, I don’t take chances:
I don't trust hotel safes, they can just open those with a 0000 and they all have a master key in the reception. Plus, the battery may just run down and you can't open it.
I travel with a ScotteVest
I use FlexSafe ( look it up). I put it on the hanging bar in the drawer and throw some underwear or some ugly t-shirt over it.
I keep at least three bank accounts, each with its own debit card, stored in different places.
I carry five or more credit cards, each set up with a PIN for emergency cash advances. Hidden in separate places.
I use a hanger safe (look it up—they're clever), and I added a door handle alarm that I hang on the door before sleeping.
I also buy bundles of old Zimbabwean dollars from the Mugabe era on eBay. They're practically worthless, but they say “Dollars” on them. Most thieves see that and think they’ve hit the jackpot—many don’t even know Zimbabwe is a real country.
When I’m back in the Philippines, I scatter those fake bills around the house—stuffed in drawers, jacket pockets, even wallets filled with expired cards. Next time, I’ll go further: I plan to hide valuables in fake Coke bottles, hollowed-out books, and disguised bean cans—all easy to find online.
Most thieves aren’t smart enough to realize the real money is hidden in plain sight. A little misdirection goes a long way.
Yes, it may seem like overkill—but it’s worked ever since.
And if you’re the kind of person who brags, “I’ve never had a problem,” I have just two things to say:
Not yet. Every victim once said the same thing—until it happened.
You’re just being cavalier and are pushing your luck.