A Long Night's Journey into Day

After I awoke (at 1:30 PM, which leads me to suspect that the drinks must have been spiked), did an inventory of the missing items and went to police station. They didn't take a lot of interest (I didn't expect them to), but I did obtain a stamped document listing the missing items. Contacted the bank and credit card people and arranged for some emergency cash to be forwarded. Still have one traveller's cheque left, so that can pay for the hotel and food.

Not too upset about the lost items—the laptop, an old model, was useful for writing the diary and long emails, and I had already uploaded all the diary files to the web. I had backed up the photos from the digital camera onto CD back in Kuala Lumpur. I'm just upset that it happened, due to my own lack of basic precautions! I had become careless because I was approaching the end of the holidays—earlier on I would have been much more careful!

Never forget: If you can't be good, be careful!

Discussing this later with some of the gang at My Friend, I was told there have been a lot of mysterious deaths in Bangkok over the last few years. Many young and fit foreign men have died of complications related to heart trouble. It was rumoured that the girls were using some substance to knock the men out but it seems that some of them went a bit too far and the customer actually ended up going home in a box. How many tourists have actually died under such circumstances is anyone's guess.

Anyway, what's done is done (and what's lost is lost and gone forever...). And, as Freya Stark said, "Risk is the salt and sugar of life."