There are pickpockets in every city on Earth who prey on tourists, so it's easier to keep your money and documents safe by tucking them in a neck wallet. You don't have to be armed or learn self-defense or anything crazy. Just make it a little difficult for the would-be criminals, and they'll let you go and look for an easier mark. A neck wallet is just the thing.

Crazy Dad has used a neck wallet similar to this and it's worked out well. The neck wallet is generally pretty comfortable and worry-free.
It used to be there were four members of the Crazy family, and Crazy Dad carried the passports and tickets for all four members. No problem. They were kept safe and sound in the neck wallet around Crazy Dad's neck.
But two things have happened recently.
1. The Crazy family added a fifth member. A new child with their own passport, and-
2. The United States transitioned to their brand new passports. These next-generation passports have smart chips in them - so the passport is much thicker, heavier, and rigid.
But on the most recent trip, Crazy Dad thought it'd be no big deal. Not like going from four to five would make a big difference on his neck.
He was wrong.
One day into the trip, Crazy Dad could feel this literal millstone hanging around his neck the entire time. It wasn't just a fifth passport - it was having to carry a fifth set of papers, plane tickets, travel documentation, train tickets.
All hanging from Crazy Dad's neck.
And that wasn't really the worst part. The worst part was what it did to Crazy Dad's self-esteem.

CHECK OUT THAT GUT. Only it's not a beer gut. It's a fake flab of fat created by a thick, brick-like neck wallet. Crazy Dad is self-conscious enough about his dainty figure without seeing pictures of himself looking like he swallowed some enormous novelty Lego brick.
And it's only going to get worse. While the adult passports don't expire for a while, kids' passports expire every five years. So soon the family will be saddled with three of those thick 'War and Peace'-style passports.
So lesson learned. Neck wallets are cheap, so Crazy Dad is buying a second one for only-married-into-Crazy Mom to carry. Time to share the gut.
No guts, no glory.
