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I lost my passport.

I really lost my passport.

I really lost my passport.

The past few days have been exceptionally emotionally hectic. When the first realisation hit me that I lost my passport, I was slapped with panic and fear and could only calm down a little when the assistant bus driver who spoke next to no English reassured me with “OK OK passport OK”.

The tale of how I lost my passport is incredulously dumb that I feel embarrassed to be even typing this. But here’s a summary: Bus from Bangkok to Phuket stopped at its final reststop. As the bus jerked to a halt, I was rudely awakened and felt a need to pangsai. Which is why I went down the bus to do so, and little did I realise that in my sleepiness I left my pouch (which contained my passport) which I always wear around my waist was left in the toilet, hanging at the container where people would put toothbrushes and soaps.

I only realised this horrible mistake an hour later after finishing watching two episodes of How I Met Your Mother on Siew’s iPod. My heart slowly sank as deep as it could go, and I had to breathe loudly to Siew who was sitting next to me, “Siew, I lost my passport.”

“Are you joking?” he clichédly asked.

“No. I’m not joking. My passport was left at the reststop earlier.”

This incredibly long tale will be retold in more precision when I’m finally back, but let’s just say I was feeling completely miserable during the last 3 days. Am I going to miss out on Langkawi? Am I going to be stuck in a country whose language I know nothing about other than “Sawadee krap” and “Khap khun kap”? What a miserable end to an otherwise great trip, I thought.

And let’s just say I managed to recover my passport in a bus agency office in Krabi, after making endless phone calls to a Mr. Tuk through public phones and through the locals’ mobile phones who generously let me use them.

It was a huge relief. I managed to recover my passport today at 11am in Krabi (my RM100 in the pouch was missing, but it was to be expected, and the issue of my money being stolen was trivial compared to the heavy consequence of being stuck in Thailand), headed straight to Satun which is where I am right now, and tomorrow I’ll be leaving on a boat to Langkawi.

To tell you the truth, once Siew left me for his flight back to Malaysia today as well, I couldn’t help but feeling afraid. Of being alone. I suppose I was too dependent on him on certain things.

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On a lighter note, guess who I met in Phuket!!!

It’s Jessica Alba!!

What are the odds! Us suddenly meeting each other in a foreign land!

Okay truth was after sending almost RM20 worth of SMS to her did we finally manage to meet up, because I already know beforehand that she would be in Phuket from 26th onwards, and it so happened that we changed our itinerary to head to Phuket instead of Krabi on the 26th.

We didn’t meet up on the 26th as expected as I had just survived a cumulative 25-hour bus ride, arriving at 4.30pm instead of in the morning. Yes 25 hours what the fuck stupid scamming bus companies (again another long story I shall save for another time).

So after I went for a one-day tour to Phi Phi Island the next day to get my mind off my missing passport, I excitedly want to meet up with her at night as the good news of me able to recover my passport trickled in via said phone calls.

And we did. I have photos in my camera to prove it. :D

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My trip is nearing an end. No words can describe enough the experience, the local culture, and the people we’ve seen – and hopefully I’ll have time to start posting up pictures dating from Day 1 over the next few weeks.