What really happened was this: On my connecting flight from Casablanca in Morocco, I stashed the phone in the seat back in front of me, and forgot it there when I got off the plane forty-five minutes later in Marrakech.
After I arrived at my hotel located within Marrakech’s ancient city walls and realized my mistake, the only English-speaking employee had left for the night and Internet was down.
The only thing I could do was kick myself, wait for morning, and hope a good samaritan would return the phone instead of making hundreds of dollars worth of phone calls with international roaming charges.