As I wrote previously, I left my apartment to go pick up my photos from Wal-Mart. I had on the back of my wheelchair, my bag containing my journal and my tablet. So, I got home and began to off load my bag--one problem. It wasn't there!!! Talk about huge panic!!!! I became one very crazy lady at that point--I had to think. Did I remember hearing it the bag slip off the handles of my 'chair? No, I didn't think did. What the blazes happened to it? Could someone had taken it? I decided that, first, I needed to get into warmer clothes; I wore only thin nylon blouse and a jeans skirt. So, put on a turtle-neck sweater, and rolled out of my place, heading to the elevator. As I press the button, a young guy gets out, I didn't pay much attention to him, nor to what he was carrying. So, I go down and as I exited the elevator, one of my neighbor's asked if I lost a bag, yeah, my friend stated he's on his way to you. So back upstairs I go. The guy asked if this, holding my bag in front of him, was mine. Yes, it is and profusely thanked him and the Lord God Almighty!!!!,
Image: "Wrecked" ... get it? Shut up, I'm funny
OK that post with the slightly depressing title really shouldn't keep on sitting on top. It was never meant as a big feature and does not really tell you anything about my voyage (which I'm sure is what most people coming here are actually interested in).
So, prepare for another recap post because I once again have crossed the threshold of too many small things floating around that I originally planned to write about but then didn't get around to give it a proper edit.
But I've been really busy, you know. Lying in bed ...
Ahh so I spent some time in Krabi, enjoying myself. For two days/one night I went to the beach nearby (Ao Nang) and it was once again a bit touristy for my taste. But still quite enjoyable for a short time.