I was only supposed to stay in the Himalayas for two days, Thursday and Friday. My plan was to see the Dalai Lama give a speech in Mcleod Gang, then leave shortly afterwards. As I was getting ready to leave, however, I realized that my ATM card wasn't working.
It turns out that Wells Fargo had sent out new cards to all their customers, since they had updated their security system. The only problem was that I was in India, and had no way of getting the new card, which they had sent to my address in California.
I had a three-hour panic attack while I tried to figure out what to do (I only had three dollars in my wallet), but fortunately, the owners of my hotel agreed to let me stay in my room without paying until I got my card. My bank sent a card via international FedEx, which was kind of a joke, since my hotel didn't have an exact address. Indian post mostly works on word of mouth, since all the mail employees just ask where someone lives every time they want to deliver a letter.
The good news is that I ended up having a wonderful week, and I grew very close to the kids of the man who owned my hotel. His daughter, Agum, was ten years old, and she would visit me every day. We had a lot of fun with Mac Photo Booth (see below!).
Sometimes bad circumstances lead to wonderful, unexpected opportunities.