Lost Camera

It was about half way through our train trip from Jamshedpur to Varanasi that I realized my camera was missing. I looked all through my bunk, backpack, woke Judy up and checked her bunk, where we had spent a few hours talking and planning out the next part of the trip, and searched the surrounding floor.

I’m not really sure when I lost the camera. Originally our train was scheduled to arrive on platform 2, where I took a goodbye photo with Arvinder and his dad, but at the last moment there we were switched to platform 4. This meant that everyone had to move up a crowded set of stair, across the overpass, and back down to the new platform (which was of course too much work for some, who felt it was easier to crawl through the gap of a freight train that was currently at that platform, run across two sets of tracks, and then climb back up on the new platform with all of their luggage in classic Indian style!). I think it was either here or when I was sitting somewhere with my baggy pockets that I lost it.

But whats done is done. J takes about 200 photos a day, and Judy has a really nice camera and takes similar shots as me, so I should make it home with out one OK. I also had only taken maybe 10 photos since I last uploaded everything, so its not like I lost much there which is the most important thing.

Bangkok!

We met up with Judy a few days ago in Bangkok. We went to see the largest reclining Buddha in the world, and to the Grand Palace, but unfortunately wasn’t able to get in because there was a funeral going on that the king was attending.

The king here is absolutely crazy. He’s on all the money and his face is plastered everywhere you look. Its illegal to say bad about the king, and when Judy once asked a kid she was teaching English to what would happen if the king ever died, the girl just shook her head scared, saying that they don’t talk about such things. So being in such close quarters to the king that day is apparently a really rare thing, and people were really excited and always trying to catch a glimpse of him which was neat.

Today is the start of Songkran, which is basically a New Years Eve celebration turned into a 4 day water fight, so I’m going to go buy the best squirt gun I can find and prepare!

Sick in Seim Reap

Well, after weeks of eating side of the road popsicles and frozen shakes made with local water ice, I’ve finally got sick. At first it wasn’t so bad, and I still went out for a second day of looking at temples at Angkor Wat, but when I got home, I took a nap, and it more or less went down hill from there.

That night, I felt like I was having a stabbing pains in my stomach and woke up four times to use the bath room. At 4:30 in the morning, when J got up to go see the sun rise at Angkor Wat (he’s feeling fine now, and will be staying on for the rest of the trip!), I took some anti-biotics, and went back to bed.

I slept in till almost noon, when Kim stopped by to see if I wanted to grab breakfast with them, and I was able to eat a full plate of pancakes, but still wouldn’t say my stomach is back to normal. I’m no longer in a dire rush to make it to the bath room, and think I should be OK on my 10 hour bus ride tomorrow, and even think I could have made it today if we had to, but was glad we pushed it back a day. J got to see Angkor Wat this way too, so I think it was the right call.

Tomorrow night we meet up with Judy (although I’m still not sure where yet…)!