Okay, story time...
When my younger brother was about 20, him and a group of mates went to Zante. They were in a bar and pretty drunk. My brother decided he was going to walk back to their apartment. So he leaves the bar and on the street turns left, which is the way (he thought) back to where they were staying.
He winds up on a beach. "Where the hell am I?" he asks himself because as far as his drunk



could remember, there was no beach between the bar and the apartment. He tries phoning his pals but because they were still in the noisy bar, none of them heard their phones. So my brother, being drunk, decides to lie on a beach recliner for a bit to clear his head. He falls asleep and is woken up with the sunrise, slightly more sober than the night before. It's only then he realises that he should have turned RIGHT when he left the bar and not left. He was only a mile away from his hotel but he'd managed to get completely turned around and had no clue how to get back. So, tired and with the beginnings of a hangover, he staggered back to the apartment and probably slept until midday.
Why am I telling you this story? To try and show how easy it can be to get completely turned around. And because my drunk brother could have been this dude. He was just lucky nobody targeted him while he was lying passed out on the beach and he got back to his friends unscathed.