Frustrated.

I am the girl who has these things happen.

We were at happy hour on Friday evening, at a bar with a group of my brother's co-workers. We were the only ones there, in an outdoor area. My green purse was hanging off the back of my chair. I was talking, laughing, drinking. A chinese lady in a blue shirt sat at the table behind us. Later, I went to pay. And it was gone. I had already had a few drinks, so my initial reaction, was, oh. Hm. Well. I still have my passport. Then people started quizzing me on what I had inside and I remembered, I am the girl who carries too much around. The camera is really what made me cry. Things are just things. But I like to keep my pictures, they are memories of people I won't see for a long time, or places I will never see again.

We went to Kawah Putih yesterday, a 3 hr drive from Jakarta. Amazing, up high in the moutnains, it's a crater (since Java is made up of tons of volcanoes) and there's a sulfuric lake that's always steaming and is an unreal shade of aqua-green, set against the black volcano, it's what the end of the world looks like I think.

I think I may have to stay in Jakarta for another week, because of the credit card situation. I was going to just go, but the thought of traveling for so long with no credit cards and nothing but cash and a passport seems a little stupid on my part. I'm not happy with this wrench thats been thrown in my plans, but I guess since I am not on any real schedule, this doesn't really matter. I see visions of my cash being stolen or lost, and me working in rice fields, with a wide brimmed hat and pants pushed up, and this makes me think, maybe better to carry a Visa instead of selling my body for pad thai.