Gosh darn it.
I...am a fucking idiot.
So, today after a busy, freezing, and pretty delightful day of sightseeing, I headed back to the hostel, grabbed my suitcase, and headed to the airport. I couldn't find my flight info on the departures board. Weird. Then I thought, "Well, I know a layover's been added, but I thought it didn't change the departure time. I'll go check." After going to one desk and not understaning what the girl told me, I went to another desk. At the second desk I actually handed the woman my itinerary from STA. My flight leaves TOMORROW, not today. I checked out and was ready to head back a whole day early.
WHO DOES THAT?
I sat and tried to figure out what to do next. I realized that I had actually booked the hostel for 2 nights, so I decided to head back and try to get my room back. Have I mentioned how amazing this hostel is? Not only did the guy cancel my checkout, but he gave me another free drink coupon. Even better, I'm in the exact same room, and there appears to be no one else in it.
Problems: I did pretty much all the touristy things. Prague isn't very big. And it's really effing cold. I think I'll head to the Museum of Communism tomorrow and stroll around Josefov, the Jewish community. The other problem? I'm pretty damn sure I'm out of money. On the ride back from the airport, I tallied up how much money I'll need to get home. The figure is somewhere around 20 pounds, or 40 dollars. I guess I could ask Dad for that, but I'm not sure if he can do that. I've already asked him for a lot of money in the past few days. I guess I'll have to, though...but will he be able to do it soon enough?
But, um...my fever went away? I think. Alas, but in its place the uterus attacked me.
Hey, it could be a hell of a lot worse. I could be stranded. I rounded off the day with pizza, beer (Staropramen dark), and watching Snatch. Again, could be a hell of a lot worse.
So, today after a busy, freezing, and pretty delightful day of sightseeing, I headed back to the hostel, grabbed my suitcase, and headed to the airport. I couldn't find my flight info on the departures board. Weird. Then I thought, "Well, I know a layover's been added, but I thought it didn't change the departure time. I'll go check." After going to one desk and not understaning what the girl told me, I went to another desk. At the second desk I actually handed the woman my itinerary from STA. My flight leaves TOMORROW, not today. I checked out and was ready to head back a whole day early.
WHO DOES THAT?
I sat and tried to figure out what to do next. I realized that I had actually booked the hostel for 2 nights, so I decided to head back and try to get my room back. Have I mentioned how amazing this hostel is? Not only did the guy cancel my checkout, but he gave me another free drink coupon. Even better, I'm in the exact same room, and there appears to be no one else in it.
Problems: I did pretty much all the touristy things. Prague isn't very big. And it's really effing cold. I think I'll head to the Museum of Communism tomorrow and stroll around Josefov, the Jewish community. The other problem? I'm pretty damn sure I'm out of money. On the ride back from the airport, I tallied up how much money I'll need to get home. The figure is somewhere around 20 pounds, or 40 dollars. I guess I could ask Dad for that, but I'm not sure if he can do that. I've already asked him for a lot of money in the past few days. I guess I'll have to, though...but will he be able to do it soon enough?
But, um...my fever went away? I think. Alas, but in its place the uterus attacked me.
Hey, it could be a hell of a lot worse. I could be stranded. I rounded off the day with pizza, beer (Staropramen dark), and watching Snatch. Again, could be a hell of a lot worse.