Anxious thoughts
Trip Start
Oct 07, 2009
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Trip End
May 25, 2010
Where I stayed
Last night I dreamed of onward travels. Anxious dreams. Today is the day I've been dreading since the beginning. Today I go to Rome. I have to obtain visas for Ethiopia and Sudan. I hope it will be quick, and I hope it will be painless, but I have visions of money flying from my pockets as I wait for the slow gears of third world bureaucracy to slowly crank out my paperwork. "Just give yourself lots of time" Shanny, the tour manager had advised. Time I have, money I don't.
My departure from Carlo's hospitality was reluctant. Again I am at a loss for words to thank him for everything he's done for me. His generosity will not be forgotten.
The trip into Rome was relatively stress free. I had to catch one connection in Genoa; shockingly both trains were on time, and I arrived in Rome by 6pm. Despite Carlo's recommendation that I make a reservation at a hostel, I didn't. It's December I figured, how busy can the city be? The first place I went to was fully booked. Visions of sleeping in the streets flash past my eyes, as I walk around the corner to another place. I take the last spot at the Yellow Hostel. As I sit and check in, lots of anxious travelers come in, hoping for a spot, and are turned away.
The mentality prevalent in my room was of the "my trip is better than yours" sort; everybody bragging about how long they've traveled for, and all the places they've seen. In the bar I found the "we're 19 and in a foreign country, so lets get drunk" mentality. I don't know which I find more obnoxious.
In the lobby I end up chatting with two cute girls from San Francisco. Turns out they're fellow WWOOFers, who've been working all over Italy. We sit and compare our experiences. Its refreshing to meet travelers who are on the same wavelength. We chat for a bit, exchange contact info, then it's time for bed. Tomorrow is a big day.
My departure from Carlo's hospitality was reluctant. Again I am at a loss for words to thank him for everything he's done for me. His generosity will not be forgotten.
The trip into Rome was relatively stress free. I had to catch one connection in Genoa; shockingly both trains were on time, and I arrived in Rome by 6pm. Despite Carlo's recommendation that I make a reservation at a hostel, I didn't. It's December I figured, how busy can the city be? The first place I went to was fully booked. Visions of sleeping in the streets flash past my eyes, as I walk around the corner to another place. I take the last spot at the Yellow Hostel. As I sit and check in, lots of anxious travelers come in, hoping for a spot, and are turned away.
The mentality prevalent in my room was of the "my trip is better than yours" sort; everybody bragging about how long they've traveled for, and all the places they've seen. In the bar I found the "we're 19 and in a foreign country, so lets get drunk" mentality. I don't know which I find more obnoxious.
In the lobby I end up chatting with two cute girls from San Francisco. Turns out they're fellow WWOOFers, who've been working all over Italy. We sit and compare our experiences. Its refreshing to meet travelers who are on the same wavelength. We chat for a bit, exchange contact info, then it's time for bed. Tomorrow is a big day.

