The executive summary of my day is only two words long: FUCK EVERYTHING.
After reaching my second temple today, I grabbed my bag and realized I had lost my guide book.
After my wallet, phone and passport, that damn book was the most precious thing I had been carrying for hundreds of kilometres already. Without it, I am going to be royally screwed. No maps, no planning, no phone numbers.
Luckily (if such an adverb can be used today), I could still reach my hotel, though I risked losing my way a few times.
I was so pissed I forgot to have lunch. I walked fast to discharge my nerves and climbed two hills in a heartbeat.
Tomorrow? Who knows. Without the book, I can’t plan anything. I will have to arrange something somehow and hope it will work.