In the country that shall not be named
As I write this my right big toe is cracked in 2 places, I've been wearing the same filthy clothing for the upteenth day, I've been recently robbed of my ipod touch, and I have been traveling alone for 10 days straight now. Which should generally be okay but there is no affordable internet here, no other lone backpackers or hostels, and I finished my books 8 days ago. I've been resorting to accosting random package tourists on the street just for some conversation in english to try and soften the blow of this extended isolation.
Despite all of this, i'm feeling surprisingly chipper--not overjoyed, mind you, but oddly numb to bad goings on. I'm not sure if it's just because I will be home so soon that I've become over intently focused on the home stretch, or if I've had so much happen that I've literally passed beyond freaking out anymore. In fact, upon finding out my ipod had been stolen I had accepted the loss and mostly moved on within a small 45 minutes. 2 days later I only feel a small twinge of annoyance every few hours or so, mostly when I think about the amount of electronics i've gone through since the inception of this trip: my dslr, my kindle, now the ipod, all amounting to nearly a loss of $900 bones. I also feel annoyed when I realized a few hours later that I had literally just given the spare alarm clock I've been carting around for nearly a year "just in case" to an Israeli girl a week before. The sheer irony is a fresh slap in the face. I determinedly try to push down these negative thoughts by playing "the positive game", like telling myself "at least your sister isn't dying of cancer" or "at least you still have two functioning kidneys". Did I mention that one of the two books that I've had to alternately re-read here is "My Sister's Keeper", an incredibly depressing book about a family and cancer?
I am MOSTLY comforted by three thoughts:
1. There is a passcode on the ipod. It's a rather simple one, but it might deter the robber from getting in immediately, causing some frustation.
2. There's no wifi on the island (or not much), so aside from the few random podcasts, the 3 free songs I downloaded from iTunes, or extensive play of Unblock Me, I think the robber won't get much use out of the thing.
3. Whoever the robber was didn't have the genius foresight to also steal the charger. so.....yeah.
These three reasons in combination with buying and devouring an expensive package of imitation oreos has made things exponentially tolerable.
All of that being a LOOONG winded preface to why I'm writing all of these [very late] entries by hand and then posting them in one fell swoop. Apologies again for backposting//keeping up with the blog has proven more and more difficult as this trip has worn on.
Despite all of this, i'm feeling surprisingly chipper--not overjoyed, mind you, but oddly numb to bad goings on. I'm not sure if it's just because I will be home so soon that I've become over intently focused on the home stretch, or if I've had so much happen that I've literally passed beyond freaking out anymore. In fact, upon finding out my ipod had been stolen I had accepted the loss and mostly moved on within a small 45 minutes. 2 days later I only feel a small twinge of annoyance every few hours or so, mostly when I think about the amount of electronics i've gone through since the inception of this trip: my dslr, my kindle, now the ipod, all amounting to nearly a loss of $900 bones. I also feel annoyed when I realized a few hours later that I had literally just given the spare alarm clock I've been carting around for nearly a year "just in case" to an Israeli girl a week before. The sheer irony is a fresh slap in the face. I determinedly try to push down these negative thoughts by playing "the positive game", like telling myself "at least your sister isn't dying of cancer" or "at least you still have two functioning kidneys". Did I mention that one of the two books that I've had to alternately re-read here is "My Sister's Keeper", an incredibly depressing book about a family and cancer?
I am MOSTLY comforted by three thoughts:
1. There is a passcode on the ipod. It's a rather simple one, but it might deter the robber from getting in immediately, causing some frustation.
2. There's no wifi on the island (or not much), so aside from the few random podcasts, the 3 free songs I downloaded from iTunes, or extensive play of Unblock Me, I think the robber won't get much use out of the thing.
3. Whoever the robber was didn't have the genius foresight to also steal the charger. so.....yeah.
These three reasons in combination with buying and devouring an expensive package of imitation oreos has made things exponentially tolerable.
All of that being a LOOONG winded preface to why I'm writing all of these [very late] entries by hand and then posting them in one fell swoop. Apologies again for backposting//keeping up with the blog has proven more and more difficult as this trip has worn on.
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