I do not know where I am...but I awoke on a shoreline in the dark. I have only my journal, pencil, cellphone and the clothes on my back. It's all soaked, my cell is useless. Everything else is...gone. Just gone. I keep this record in case I never make it home.
The last thing I remember is my intercontinental flight, AY005, hitting a bit of turbulence. It must have been worse than the pilot let on since I have found bits of seats, luggage and metal on the beach with me since I regained consciousness.
It is finally light enough to write...I crawled as far as my beaten body would let me last night and slept fitfully under some brush. I'll be picking dirt and sticks out of my clothing for days..
I am going to walk inland to see if I can find some form of civilization. At least figure out where I am.
