This has to be the craziest week of my life. British Airways misdirected my only suitcase.  Through a series of unfortunate events, it appears that now they've returned it to my home address, half way around the world from me. I've been without so much as a change of clothes since Saturday morning in Santa Cruz.  I'm desperate. I'm also out of my medications as of tmorrow morning. In short, I'm stuffed. So, I'm sitting in my downwind room so as to not offend anyone in the restaurant, with a bottle of dry white and a glass. I'm effectively stranded. I'm in a lovely little hostel at the top of a precipice [no irony intended], and dozens of km from the nearest stores. Because I'm the worst kind of shy about inconveniencing anyone, And because each day I've expected to have my suitcase delivered to me, I haven't been 'proactive' about rectifying my circumstances temporarily. I'm in contact with BA now, but it's clearly too late to do any good for at least the next couple or three days (optomisic estimate). Wish me luck. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

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