It’s been one hell of a day here. I finally got my Internet back as my laptop is now fixed, but the real news was that we had a major air disaster here in the city I live in (Phuket in Southern Thailand).

Rather than my usual Sunday afternoon spent eating noodles or hanging out with friends, I’ve been at the airport taking pictures of dead bodies, watching relatives and friends of the deceased break down, and trying to work out what the hell was going on.

Eighty-seven people died today, with 43 more being injured and taken to local hospitals. As I stood in the same room as people finding out that their loved ones had died, I felt like crying myself. My hands were shaking, but I was there to do my job.

It was surreal to think that I was there to take pictures and gather information while people’s lives were tumbling down all around me. Despite the grim nature of the day, I felt more than ever like this was what I wanted to do. While I have aspirations to make money online and do it well, it can’t compare, for me at least, to the sort of day I had today.

I’ll probably never be rich, but that’s not important.

So today I made no money online (Kumiko would be disgusted), but I had a wealth of experiences away from the Internet that I consider invaluable.

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