it's not her bag.

Thirsty like she had never been she opened her bag to find if she brought a bottle. Only to discover some ropes, harnesses, helmets and other bits of climbing gear.

It was not her bag. Same color, model, brand and even weight but not hers.

Instead of her clothes and supplies for the weeks of vacation she was left there in front of the gates with climbing equipment.

Even the voucher for the free vacation was in it, as were her wallet, keys and phone.

She would have to endure her whole vacations with only what she had on.

A small white tank top, some khaki short shorts and some old rather worn out underwears.

But first she would have to convince the owners of who she was and that she had a voucher for a free vacation that she lost.

She got along the end of the small path to the door of the wooden office at the entrance of the camp.