Somedays it’s just better to stay in bed, they keep pulling me back in, somewhat belated and berated milestone.

The Wandering Nerd September 24th, 2007

You’ll note that the little counter there on the top right still has me in Prague, in spite of my declaration of leaving for Nuremberg. The fun part is I did go to Nuremberg. But lets just quickly break down this comedy of errors shall we?

I woke up on time this morning to head off to Nuremberg, finished packing up my luggage and hustled on down to the train station. Only the train station that I came into was not the same station that I needed to go to going out to Nuremberg. It turns out there are vulture taxi drivers - vultures, everywhere - just waiting for this shit to happen. As soon as I said Nuremberg they all went crazy saying how I was at the wrong station and the only way I could make my train in time was to ‘take taxi, only 700 crowns, right to the platform! I get you there in time, no problem!’ (700 crowns is about 35 bucks) So what I had thought was a comfortable 20 minute margin to hang out around the station, turned into a 15 minute Metro run and then some mad dash through the station to get the correct platform. Which I would have to determine as I ran through.

The taxi drivers were so clearly a scam that I just walked away from them saying I wasn’t in any real rush and I’d just get the noon train. One of them followed me quietly and then pulled me aside and offered to run me down there for only 25 dollars. Still overpriced, but I didn’t want to get into Nuremberg at 1900, so I figured it would be worth it.

For what it’s worth, the old guy did get me there in time to just catch the 0916. I had to buy my tickets on the train for a slightly higher cost, and there was some confusion when I had to actually change train cabins as apparently they were splitting the train so half of it could go to Munich and half on to Nuremberg. I got moved and settled back in for the last little bit after getting my passport stamped back into Germany, enjoying the countryside blurring by and getting some reading done.

The passport thing remind me that I don’t like the French guards in Dover, UK. Funny thing, they didn’t stamp my passport when I came from England. Silly me I thought that once you were in the EU it was pretty much all good. ‘Oh, no,’ say the Czech border guards on the train when I came into Czech the first time - yeah, the first time, hold on to that. So I had a very tense train ride when I wasn’t sure if they’d let me in. They asked me where I’d been, and they sort of glazed over when I made it through the list, and then just asked me when I came accross the channel. So I just made up a date that sounded good, as I really didn’t remember. I clearly didn’t know what I was doing and they seemed to not be all that interested in pursuing it any farther and just looked at each other, shrugged and stamped it. Letting me loose inside.

Now back on today. I don’t know what about Nuremberg caused my Spidey senses to tingle, but when I first got off the train it just felt like it wasn’t gonna’ go right. I made it to the hostel that I’d found the other night - when it claimed to have plenty of space for tonight - only to find out that it had no space at all. They pointed me to a cheap hotel. I’m thinking that it’s been a long time since I’ve had my own private room, maybe that would be cool. Except that the hotel was also full, as was the second, and the third wanted me to book for more than one night. I talked the guy into letting me just have it for one night for 15€. Though he clearly wasn’t happy about it, hell neither was I when I saw the room. I’ve had bigger bathrooms.

At this point it’s about 1500 and I still haven’t eaten. Nothin’ for it, I’m just gonna’ walk around and get some grub and maybe find a Wi-Fi spot to post that last post. Grabbed a little Herring baguette and walked around for a bit in their big open market. I finally found a place that had free wifi, though they only took cash not plastic. No problem, I need to get some cash anyway, I’ll be right back when I hit das geltautomat.

There’s a certain sinking feeling you get when you open your wallet and realize that your credit card isn’t where it should be. Then a further sinking when you know that it couldn’t be anywhere else in the wallet. Which naturally leads one to the conclusion that it’s not in your possession. Then the thought process goes essentially like this, well mine did anyway: “Where the Fu…oh hell….shit….shit…well is it, uhm, shit….I’m in a foreign bloody coun…could I have left it…shit! I don’t even have enough on me for a meal. How am I gonna’ cancel it? How am I gonna’ get a new one? They can’t ship it, I don’t even have an address anymore. Bloody hell! The guy at the hostel in Prague must not have given it back to me! Well….hell. Hrm… Well, I just use the Amex to get some emergency cash and go…do I have a PIN on that? Well hell with it, let’s give it a go….shocking, it didn’t work. Why don’t YOU contact my issuing company you stupid asshat machine!”

So at that point I did the most sensible thing I could come up with. I went back to the bar and spend my last Euros on the biggest beer I could afford and sat down to figure it out. While I’m waiting on my beer, a waitress buses the table next to me and knocks over a half full glass of, what I’m assuming was, a milkshake. It bounced once, spun in the air whirling out frothy ick, and then shattered at my feet and all over my backpack. Whee! *sigh*

So I’m partially covered in glass and milkshake, and unintentionally give the waitress a look that probably was a bit unkind. Luckily before I Hulked out my beer showed up. After some minor clean up work, and deglassification, I just got down to sorting out what to do.

One bright ray of light, the card I’m using actually has ‘wanderingnerd.com’ on it. The guy that runs the hostel noticed and emailed me saying he’d tried to chase me down but, but couldn’t find me and did indeed have my card.

So looking at the timetables again, the trains for Prague for tomorrow all have between 2 and 4 changes and range in duration from 6 hours to almost eight hours, except for one tonight at 1740, which is a direct and 5 hours. I find this at 1650. Sensing a pattern here?

So I give away my last euros for the beer and head back to the hotel, grab my shit, somehow convince the manager that I hadn’t done anything to mess up my ‘Presidential Suite’ and amazingly get a refund. *whew* more beer money, so major crisis averted.

One of the rules I’ve been trying to play by is that I don’t rush. No matter how close it is, or how much I need to catch this train or that bus, I won’t rush. The point of this is that I really have no strong need to be anywhere quickly so there’s no point. I almost had to break that today during that walk back to the station. But when I made it back to the station, I walked directly to the platform and got right back on the the same bloody damn train that brought me here.

So here I sit gang, on a train going back to Prague. I told you I’d be going back to Cross Club, I just didn’t think it would be quite so soon. But rest assured, I will be there tonight, and richly deserved I feel. I think I may even stay in Prague for another night past tonight. Do some examination of the attempt at an unexamined life, call it dropping back 20 and punting.

You’ll pardon the lack of a Nuremberg gallery. I’m not sure I dislike the town, but I know I disliked it this day and didn’t have too much time to get pictures. Considering I was there for a total of about 2 hours.

This hasn’t quite been the 2 month milestone I’d envisioned.

press my face up to the window
to see how warm it is inside
-beck

3 Responses to “Somedays it’s just better to stay in bed, they keep pulling me back in, somewhat belated and berated milestone.”

  1. mariettaon 25 Sep 2007 at 1:12 am

    wow. that sucks. really. in a big way. but there is one bright spot–your going back to prague! its my favorite city in all of europe (granted, i dont have the same sampling as you, but, still…) i remember that somewhere near the main square there is a church that was only partly constructed–it was intended to be the traditional cross layout, but they had only built the head part of the center section. the height was proportional to a full church, though. so you kind of felt like you were in an elevator shaft. which actually worked nicely–very vertical and heavenly and spacious. and there were people singing. it was nice. so maybe you should look for that thing. it might make you feel better. stupid nuremburg.

  2. Hoshion 25 Sep 2007 at 10:05 am

    D00d! That so suxors. Sorry to hear your dealings with Deutschland have thus far been mediocre, at best, and southern Germany especially harsh. Put your card on a stretchy cord thingy so you don’t lose it again and it can’t be snatched.
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    The whole ‘not hurry’ thing is a very wise approach. If applied properly, it will prevent stuff like this from happening. Of course, if I’d get my ass over there to do some traveling with you, I might have caught your oversight too. Prolly not, but it is possible. Anything is possible. I’ve seen monkeys AND pigs fly with only the help of a medium-sized trebuchet. :)
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    I hope the road ahead is more level and fairer for travel than the one you’re currently travelling…to be a bit Frost-ian about it. At least you got the card back and didn’t have to do the stupid human tricks that would surely have been required to cancel it and get another. Banks…what a scam. :?
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    Well Bro, my wishes for a happier day for you. Thanks for photo proof that there are at least a few females living in Europe still. More of that, please. Things are looking like the stars may align long enough to let me get my $#*^ together and get over there sometime in the not-too-distant future. I still wouldn’t hold my breath just yet, but I AM working on it. I wants to see Eastern Europe something fierce, especially Moldova and those awesome limestone wine caves!!!
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    Take care Broi, and as always…have fun, be safe and try not to bounce too many Czechs.
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    Hosh

  3. The Parentson 25 Sep 2007 at 9:54 pm

    I’m so happy you got your card back. It is definately a good thing you had your email address on it. To have to cancel every thing and start over would be a big mess. Just try and have more happier days ahead. This has been your worst experience yet, hasn’t it? we love you Mom and Dad

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