I’ve lost things in various states of inebriation, generally little objects. A key chain. An earring. Knock wood to keep that good luck rolling. Hilariously, I’m more scatter brained sober than drunk. Call it survival mode, maybe even a heightened state of paranoia, either way this is factual proof, drunkenness can be a good idea. Now, Rosie Glam lost something very precious, having to face her fear of being rudderless in a foreign country. What did she do? Find out on today’s Summer Chick Tale.
It was around midnight when we pulled up to border control in a surprisingly flash taxi, after traveling the day in changing modes of transport across Albania. Passports were sleepily handed over, stamped and consented, then handed back leaving us free to drive into Macedonia and find a place to rest. In the morning we awoke in Orhid, looked out our window and were met with a beautiful view out over the ancient Lake Orhid. Over the next three days we enjoyed relaxing in the sun, meeting very interesting individuals and making as many orhid puns (sorry) as possible.
The next stop was the capital, Skopje. When we arrived at the hostel we went through the normal procedures with checking in, until I couldn’t locate my passport in it’s normal place. That panic feeling slowly swept down my body as my brain worked overtime trying to rationalize why it wasn’t there and started to work out where it could be. After rifling through my side bag, I attacked my pack, slowly pulling out item after item, hoping that my fingers would brush pass the tattered cover. When I got to the bottom, I was faced with an empty bag. Ah, fuck.
Church of Sveti Jovan at Kaneo looking over Lake Orhid
But for some reason I was calm. I’m not normally calm when faced with unexpected, really lame news. I normally head straight for those horrible conclusions, like having to live the rest of my life in Skopje and never see my family again. But this time I was cool headed. I don’t know if it was because I still thought my passport would jump out and yell ‘just kidding! ‘. Or that it wasn’t really happening to me, but I do know that my calmness freaked people out. All I could do was go to sleep and prepare for the day that faced me tomorrow. Which I thought couldn’t be much worse than finding your international identity proof missing, but oh, I was so very wrong.