48 Hours

The length of time it took me to start panicking. I’m in halfway around the world from people who care. If something happens to me, who would care?

After 30 odd hours of flying and filing in and out of planes, losing expensive headsets and other electronics, forgetting towels and prescription drugs, and then doing way too much walking in the sun, I think I am losing it. 

Why is my hand tingly? Am I dehydrated?  Where is the nearest train station? 350km to the train station. Ok I can do that. 330 km. Wait, did that day 340 km. That’s not right. 370km. What?! No. I am just going to go around. 

Why does it take so long to download uber? 

Why does this shopping center have so many different entrances? I have to go back downstairs to cross the street? What does elegant casual mean? No reservation. Oops. 1 hour to eat? Sure but I really half an hour. No problem. Dear sushi, why can’t I finish you?

Oh room sweet room. Thank you for being clean. Oh bed. Maybe a little nap… No.. knowing me, I may not wake up. Where is the tour picking me up? I heard Orchard Parris Hotel. Did she mean Orchid Parade Hotel? Honestly if I miss the pickup, I don’t think I would me too upset. 

Can I sleep yet?

I think I am going to sleep in tomorrow..

3.5 hours to pickup.

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