Oh G*d, oh G*d, oh G*d. I am so lost. Why’d my phone have to slip from my hand into the restaurant’s toilet? Here I am alone in a strange city halfway around the world. My phone had all my stuff -- my map, my hotel key and address, my credit card information. Now it’s broke and I’m lost. Think, Ashleigh, think. Deep breath. Oh, G*d. What even is my hotel’s name? Why didn’t I write it down? How do I get back there? How do I even pay for my meal? What can I do? Help!
