Last year when I moved to Berlin it wasn’t until I had moved into my flat that I really truly realized that I didn’t have any furniture at all. And more than that, I didn’t have any family I could burrow bits and pieces off either!
In a post last week I talked about the trip to Krakow with Mitfahrgelegenheit and how in the end we had to travel by train to Krakow from Berlin. Well there is a little interesting tale that happened on that train, that I think is important for people to know about the scam that happens along the tracks.
When we bought our tickets from the ticket office in Berlin I was feeling a tad paranoid. I think it was because we had just been gypped out of a cheaper ride with the Mitfahrgelegenheit people but I felt the need to ask a lot of questions. Poor lady, I’m sorry but you were very helpful. Thanks. Anyway I asked about seating and if we had to reserve seats and everything under the sun that I already knew the answers to. She reassured us that our ticket was the only ticket we needed and we could sit any place not reserved in the 2nd class wagon.
Aboard the train with goodies to last us for the 10 hour trip we were feeling happy finally about our trip.
Two weekends ago, my flat mate was planning to visit Poland and so I decided to join in the fun, seeing as I hadn’t been there yet. We planned to go with the cheap train tickets but in typical fashion when a Spaniard and a Kiwi try to organize a trip it was left to the last minute and is beer fueled. So we missed out on the cheap tickets to Warsaw.
So the next option was to turn to something we hadn’t done before. Travel with the daunting to pronounce ‘mitfahrgelegenheit’ carpool service that is highly regarded in Germany. We searched or people and found that the most of them were heading to Krakow, which was fine with us because we wanted to head there more than Warsaw anyway. We rang the people and quickly secured a seat for the car ride back. Awesome, but we have to get there first. A few hours later we hear back and yippee we have seats for the way there; it will just be a bit cramped. I’m not complaining for 30euros.
Ok, I know it isn’t everyone’s favourite sport but in my eyes it’s a bloody good one and a far sight better than soccer. I know that within 5 minutes of posting this I will receive smart talk about that comment (especially while living in Germany) but I stand by my beliefs. Rugby is not a game for the faint hearted and the players put their bodies on the line in every game. I have the feeling if I threw a ball at a soccer player to catch they would throw their arms over their head and scream ‘not the face!’ And then take ten minutes to check if their hair is still looking much better than mine ever has! Only teasing guys, but still!
I was on the receiving end of some wonderful news the other day. My mother dearest is flying me home for Easter. My excitement overwhelmed me quickly when I first heard the news but to my surprise, it faded slowly to a slight feeling of dread. The reason being that I am all booked in and paid for participating in one of the longest journeys possible, Munich to Auckland. This is otherwise known as, 30hours of tortuous flying boredom! How to pass the time? Hmmm letís see.
After writing the article for nomadicchick.com about losing my passport in Macedonia, I got to think that maybe I should pass on some wisdom I learnt about what to do when it happens; especially if you come from a country like mine which don’t have embassies in every country.