As time passed, I decided that perhaps hope of my phone's rescue and arrival should be consigned to the same bin as belief in Santa Claus, or the good intentions of elected leaders. And yet, and yet, hope is a strange thing. In a compromise, I asked the Thai folks at the reception desk to call back to the last resort one more time. Perhaps there was now a definitive answer, yes it has been found or no, we have no idea what you are talking about Mr. Farang.
The desk folks know that I am the Idiot who left his phone behind. I am sure that most of the staff know as well, so the request for a repeat call was no surprise to anyone. What was a surprise is that not only did they speak to the folks at the last resort, they were informed that my girlfriend had been given my phone and I could get it from her when we met.
Things are getting interesting now. My "girlfriend" is the young Frenchwoman on the boat who offered to see if she could find the phone and move it on its way to Koh Mook. It would seem that the lovely girl has done at least part of that, either sending my phone on or, conversely, running up one hell of a bill in calls to friends and family. I have no way of knowing, except that her air of earnestness leads me to believe the former option, rather than the latter.
Now, perhaps, we really shall see. How Fun!!!
Sent from the Lair of the Cute, Thievin' Monkeys
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