

Queenstown, New Zealand
Feeling slightly worse for wear, I woke up to discover I hadn't dreamt me losing my passport and purse.
I decided I couldn't deal with the situation just yet so a group of us went for some very late breakfast before heading back to the bar to ask if they had found my bag. Naturally they hadn't. So off I went to the police station to report it stolen.
The rest of the day consisted of multiple breakdowns whilst trying to cancel cards and replace lost item...