Most stressful day of my holiday!

Trip Start Jun 07, 2009
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Trip End Sep 06, 2009


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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

We were woken up kind of early by "the niece" welcoming some new guests into our apartment. Sam got up and took the opportunity to ask her again, if and how, we could use the washing machine. Again, she gave a very vague and unhelpful reply that she didn't know how to use it and we'd have to wait until 4pm for her Aunt to get home and show us.

We didn't want to risk waiting until then for our washing to dry so figured it wouldn't be that difficult to work out and Sam put her load in herself. After what felt like hours, it was done and I replaced her load with my, desperate to be washed, load. It was all going well and I proceeded to cook myself some brunch. Our new house mates headed out after a morning nap and just as they left the power went out. Initially, I thought nothing of it and mentioned it to Sam. I then had a brain wave and went to check on my washing. Unlike Sam's, which had come out of the machine cold, mine was steaming and scalding hot. It occurred to us that maybe we'd broken the machine and were about to be in big trouble!. We yanked out my steaming, half washed washing which was lying in a pool of dirty brown water. Sam drained out the machine with a glass while I rinsed out and cooled down my washing in the bathtub. I immediately hung it on the line and what followed was four and a half hours of hell. I literally sat outside and watched the washing dry or paced the house, unable to do anything else. I was so shaken by the fact that we'd broken the machine, as predicted, and were going to be in BIG trouble with not only our lovely Croatian Nana, but also her much scarier niece, that I needed a drink to calm myself.

I sat and stared at every single drip that dropped off my washing as the hot sun took way too long to dry it, all the while my hearty racing and my mind frantically trying to thin of any kind of explanation that wouldn't get us in trouble. Every now and then Sam would pop outside and we'd discuss strategies for how we were going to break it to them that we'd not only broken the washing machine, but also short circuited the whole apartment! It was the most stressful and intense period I'd ever gone through since I'd done something wrong as a kid and hadn't wanted to tell my parents about it!

Seconds felt like hours and the washing seemed like it was never going to get dry. Our plan was to get as much dry, as quickly as possible, before 4pm when our Nana came home from work, so that it looked like we'd just done some hand washing and the power had somehow gone out. I had visions of us having to fork out all the money in our bank accounts to get everything fixed or, have to pack up our stuff quickly, dodging hurls of abuse, and spend the next 15 hours at the bus station after getting kicked out of our room. A very extreme alternative going through my brain was that we'd end up in prison!

Four hours and forty five minutes later at 3.45pm our Nana walked in to the house to get the washing, that she'd done in her "out of order" machine at 5.45am, out. Sam was inside when she came in. I was still sitting nervously outside doing washing patrol (which entailed getting up every 2 minutes to see if anything else had dried yet, and if not, turning it around or moving it to a new position closer to the sun). Sam explained to her in our Cro-English that the power had gone out. The lady went to the hot water system in the kitchen and pointed out to her that we should turn the power off there to avoid the power cutting out. She then grabbed a chair and flicked the circuit board that got the power up and running again. She then went off to do her own thing, as if nothing had happened. Sam came outside to me and I looked at her with fear and anticipation. She laughed a big laugh of relief and explained what had just gone on inside. We were both in a state of shock and delirium after the intense trauma we'd both just put ourselves through for most of the day.

We left what remained of our laundry washing on the line and finally, guilt free, headed down into the old town. We grabbed a late lunch/early dinner where mine came out with a broken rubber band in it!?!? After another 15 minute wait, my meal was replaced, stationary free, and we went to do our last bit of sightseeing in Dubrovnik. We bought a ticket to walk around the city wall which was just spectacular. We'd accidentally planned it so that we did it just as the sun was setting. It was a pretty amazing sunset on that particular night and the red sun was casting pink shadows against the cream rock buildings and marble in the old town. It was a really magnificent way to see it and almost equally, but in a different way, just as beautiful as walking around down below on the ground. I highly recommend anyone going to Dubrovnik to do the city wall walk and if you can, plan it for just before sunset.

Once we got back down onto the ground and into the town, we wandered around the streets for a bit longer. At around 9pm we started off on the trek back home and decided to count the steps in took to get there. Exactly 400! We were shocked by the fact that each day that we'd been there, we'd been walking UP at least 800 stairs a day, let alone that same number we had to go down. Not including the hills in between, we left Dubrovnik fairly happy with the amount of exercise we'd managed to incidentally get done in a day!

Back at our apartment we got chatting to, and had a few drinks with a really nice Irish couple now staying with us. They were on their way out into town. We eventually packed, our now dry washing, when they left and didn't get to bed nearly as early as we'd hoped to considering how early we had to be up.
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