My glorious new phone; the story:

I stepped out of my taxi late last night outside my apartment complex and shut the door. Immediately, the thought crossed my mind, “I didn’t get the receipt”. It’s good practice to always get receipts from taxi’s in China, if not for reasons of business, they can help you in a case of lost-and-found. Just as the thought passed through my mind, I watched the taxi pull away. It wasn’t until I stepped into my apartment on the 16th floor that I realized my phone was not in my pocket, not in my hand, not in my backpack… “Ah, crap!”.

And so the episode began. Lesson learned (again). I spent all day today calling the taxi company; giving up hope; searching for the China Unicom office; getting a new SIM card; and finally scoring a deal on the worlds worst phone…

I’m not thrilled. This evening I’m very comfortably relaxing in one of Kunming’s many western cafe’s and finally taking a run through the inbox which I’ve neglected all day long. That phone is my lifeline around here. I don’t know how I’m gonna get around without that thing!

As a side note, I have a new addition to my Christmas list: A new iPhone.