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Not to sound like a dick [Jun. 27th, 2004|12:15 pm]
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angryrobot asked why I didn't have a credit card when we got back to the US. Well I'll tell ya:

Lucas and I got tickets on one of those 'hop on, hop off' tours of Dublin, and were taking full advantage. Towards the end of the afternoon we'd of course walked several miles and were, as they say, knackered. So we hopped on the top of the double-decker bus and promptly fell asleep. After making another circuit of the city we went to get off near our hostel. Which is when I discovered that my wallet -- a zippered wallet on a lanyard -- with all credit cards, passport, traveler's checks, US cash $250 etc, was gone.

Visions of Karl Malden danced through my head "what will you do? what WILL you do?". We hotfooted it back to our hostel, and I stopped in the internet cafe/call center and started cancelling credit cards, looking up American Express offices (to get new traveler's checks), and the US Embassy (to try and replace my passport).

Once I got back to the hostel, they had my wallet. I was baffled; I called Melissa at home and apparently the story was this: Some american guy from Chicago had found it on the bus and looked through it and found my hostel receipt. He made a trip to our hostel to return it, and then called HER in Iowa to tell her he'd found it. I have no idea what happened that he found it separated from my person on the tour bus -- I'd been kind of falling asleep in the sun, and figured someone had lifted it.

So the happy ending is that my money and passport and such were safe and sound. The only issue was that I'd already canceled my credit cards, so when I came back into the US, I no longer had them as backup.

The whole incident was strange. I had been riding around for nearly 2 hrs on a bus, and if the guy was smart enough to look through the wallet and figure out where to return it, why wasn't he smart enough to look at my passport photo and see I was sitting 2 seats away, sound asleep, drooling like Grandpa Simpson? I mean he was totally being a good Samaritan and all, but it did seem a little weird.

Certainly falling asleep on a tourbus in Europe with your wallet in plain sight was no genius move on my part, but whatever. It all worked out in the end. We moved some money into Sean's checking account and used his bank card for the rest of the trip.

Oh, and if anyone's contemplating a trip to Europe, here's a breakdown of current costs.

Hostel bed: 17 to 25 Euros
Food on Street: 5 Euro a meal
Food in a restaurant: 10 to 20 euros/person (and not fancy places, count on 30 euros/person)
Transport: 2 to 3 Euros/ride in cities, 10-20 euros to/from airports
Museums: 7 to 10 euros, less for minors. In Paris all the musuems are free to under-18
Beer: 2 to 4 Euros, depending on the city and whether you're in a bar. Paris is 5-8 euros a beer
any place you sit down.
Movies: 7 Euros...

In short, I'd plan to spend about 100 Euros ($120-$125) a day unless you're willing to really go cheap on food; then figure on more money for gifts and such. OK ways to save money: 1) walk a lot instead of taking the subway, which is good for you. 2) Find grocery stores and get bread and cheese, etc. Especially in France you can get fantastic food really cheap at places like Fran Prix. 3) Talk to people about any cool cheap stuff. A guy who worked at the Dublin Hostel told us about taking the tram out to Howth, which is an absolutely amazing natural setting, and the tickets were like 3 euros for a return. Plus Howth has probably the best fish and chips shop in the English-speaking world.

The only place we found where record-shopping was feasible was Amsterdam, which had great used and new record/CD stores. Fantastic vinyl 2nd hand shops.

[User Picture]From: jenerator
2004-06-27 11:13 am (UTC)
slacknote told me that in Rotterdam where he lives there is a street downtown filled with record shops of every type... the same street where Midtown Records is. When he visited the US a few weeks ago he brought me this wikked Rotterdam Records tshirt that says "the roots of hardcore" on the backside.

I am not really into hostels, I like my privacy. Plus being a girly girl and all... how different is the hostel experiance from the hotel experiance? All I have to go on here is my own personal experiances with hotels and watching movies for hostels.
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[User Picture]From: chaircrusher
2004-06-27 12:25 pm (UTC)
the hostel experience is like being in a college dorm except often there's 16 people on bunkbeds in your room and you don't know any of them. Bathing is a drag unless you get up earlier or later than the hoi polloi -- the Dublin hostel bathrooms were co-ed so unless you wanted to chance showing off all your charms you need to undress, bath, dry off, and get semi-decent in a tiny shower stall.

They're cheap though. And some are better than others. Instead of reserving beds in advance in most cities besides Paris it is better to show up relatively early in the day and walk around to a few hostels and check rates and facilities.

Hotels are much more expensive, though they can be worth it for privacy and having someplace to escape the raw foreign-ness you're up against. I hate trying to dry off in a steam-filled bathroom so our one hotel experience felt luxurious.

Hostels are nice for meeting people and finding out the good things to see and do.
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[User Picture]From: jenerator
2004-06-27 12:51 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I don't think the hostel is for me. ;)
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