I lost my wallet in New Zealand. I have a pretty good idea where it is -- it probably fell out of the van at a remote DOC campsite we stayed at the night before we did the Tongairio crossing (I’m pretty sure one sock also fell out with it). By the time we realized it wasn't in the van we were 3 hours north and decided it wasn't worth the trip back to look for it. I find that a little funny. I used to really worry about losing my wallet, but then Sarah had her pocket picked in NY, and we realized it isn’t that big of a problem. I was only carrying a credit card and driver’s license. It hurts, but it had very little effect on our trip. The biggest downside is without my driver’s license, Sarah is now the designated driver. The upside is I have an opportunity to take an inspired new driver’s license photo. I’ll let you know how that goes.
My phone died a couple weeks ago too. The USB connector wore out so there’s no way to recharge it. I looked into getting it fixed, but it’s cheaper to wait a month and get a new contract when we get home. Crazy. That was my camera. Luckily I’d been backing up all my photos on the laptop and online. We still have Sarah’s camera and, until recently, the green waterproof one. Turns out that it is no longer waterproof. Pretty lucky we can afford to lose two cameras and still no worries. If we lose Sarah’s camera or the laptop, then I’ll be worried.
The laptop is still working, mostly. It died in India, which I suspect may be due to some undesirable harmonics in the power system, or maybe spikes when we lost power and the hotel’s generator switched on. Not the kind of thing you’d ever think about in Canada. It came back to life in Singapore. Now the battery has quit again, though it still works plugged in. Sarah’s phone reboots on its own sometimes, but still works most of the time.
We went for a hike to the top of Diamond Head in Oahu. The original temple on top of it was dedicated to the god of the wind. It’s pretty obvious why now -- my hat and sunglasses became an offering to the wind god. The glasses were on top of my hat when a gust of wind caught it and I watched both of them sail over the cliff. That hurt. But Sarah bought me shaved ice at the bottom of the hill, which made things a little better.
Sarah has been trying her best to lose her wallet this entire trip, but it keeps coming back to her. The pockets in her shorts are so shallow that it’s fallen out at least three times, but luckily she’s noticed and run back onto the train to get it, or I’ve picked it up, or someone has found it on the beach and brought it back. I now carry both her wallet and camera in my pockets, which is pretty ironic. I’ve informed her they’re mine now. My precious. Sarah disagrees.
The downside to losing my driver’s license is Sarah now has to drive for the rest of the trip. Good thing the driving-intensive part of our trip is over. We put just short of 5000 km on the campervan in NZ. I have a photocopy of my driver’s license and, surprisingly, it was accepted by Avis when we rented our car in Samoa. Sarah drove from the airport to our B&B on our first night and hit a police roadblock which was checking for licenses. I figured I’d try driving to the ferry the next day and was pulled over also, for a different reason. I went straight through an intersection in the left turning lane and, unfortunately, a cop was standing directly on the other side of the intersection. I suppose they were there to do license checks. When he pointed it out, I could see a faint arrow painted on the road. Then I had a few tense minutes explaining about the license. Fortunately, he let me go but we decided Sarah’s the designated driver now.
|This is the closest to driving I've come in the last month.|
I’m aware how good life is, in general. I try not to lose sight of that. If this isn't nice I don't know what is. I’d been thinking about this when feeling a little down about losing my wallet and phone and sock. I don’t need a scare to remind me how lucky we are, but we got one. We narrowly avoided being T-boned at highway speed in NZ. We were on a country road, which are all 100 km/h in NZ. I was turning right (akin to turning left in North America), had the blinker on, slowed down and started to turn when the guy behind us tried to pass on the right. I stopped and he nearly hit the ditch swerving to avoid us. I have no idea what he was thinking. He even came back to give me a piece of his mind, but I still don’t know what he was thinking. My best guess is, “this can’t possibly be my fault, so it must be yours.”
And that’s everything that’s happened in the last 6 weeks. Blog updated.