She wandered down the street, looking in this and that shop, until she realized that the five minutes later had turned into fifteen. She went back to the meeting spot, only to see no Erik. She wandered up and down the street. No Erik. She wandered over a street. No Erik. She went back and up and down the street. No Erik. She sat down and didn't move. No Erik. Around three o'clock, about two hours after our lack of contact, she wondered if he had returned to the hotel.

So, wallet-less, she walked up the large hill to the hotel, turning the wrong way and walking an extra half mile as a result. She didn't even know the name of the hotel, she had no money, and she had no key. And she had to pee. No Erik. Frustrated, she asked the hotel desk if they had seen him. No, no, but would she like to take a tour tomorrow? Bleahh! She asked if they would give her a ride to town instead. No money? No ride. My boyfriend has the money. He'll pay you when we find him. No money? They didn't understand her...apparently, the idea of credit was a foreign term -- this, despite not letting us pay for the ride from the airport until the next morning so the driver could make sure that we would have to use him for a driver -- So she huffed on the fuel of anger alone back to the initial meeting spot.