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Reisverslag The cliffhanger
16 december 2016
I got the money, paid some fee, and rushed back to the office. I had some questions about the form. They sended me to the cybercafé (which actually was just a street market shop which after FFRO closing hours changed in a small streetfood place). This guy ofcourse is doing this al day long. Helped me filled in, made the most ugly pasportsized photo’s of me (nice souvenir for my friends back home), printed everything.
Running back to the office (closing at 6, and it was 5.30 already). In need of some more copies of my passport and stamp-collection, so back to the street-cybercafe. Waiting. Explaining my supercomplicated travelstory while someone was noting everything down. Explaining al my in an entry problems and decisions. Explaining about makunda and my job. Never ending story. And then she wanted ofcourse a contract and those things. So back to the street café again, closed. Next one.
Loggin to my email, error, because google didn’t trusted the place. Will sent a inlog number to my ducht simcard. Changing my simcards. Yes, in…. and organised as I am I ofcourse only found al the papers of jorrit. Maybe my harddrive then, no hits. In the end I did find it, printed as much papers as I could find and run back to the FFRO again. everybody was still there, stamping, papering, copying, signing, paying. DONE!
Time to breath. Some chilling and phone-charging outside the office, trying to find a hotel (with my perfectly not well working 2G internet) and a cheap taxi.
So I ended up in a hotel, had a good hot shower, ordered some food and updated everybody. Especially my sister, who was online al the time during her work to help me.
The british airways was already closed. And online I found a cheap ticket of 220 euro to brussel. This morning I explained the whole story to british airways, I think the lady really tried to get me on the next flight for free because I was on hold for 15 minutes. But it ended up to be more expenseve and somewhere next week, thanks but no thanks. So my budgeting backpacker attempt to save some money, ended up in one of the most horrible days of my life, with lots of hysterical crying everywhere, and a way more expensive trip.
So, as my good friend charlot once told me: Karma bites you in the back! It totally do not know why I deserved this, but one of my one-liners ended up to be true again. What doesn’t kills you makes you stronger. Holland, here I come.
16 december 2016 14:20 | Door: Sabine
Tot snel topper!
Wat een afschuwelijke dag moet het zijn geweest! Gelukkig kom je wel weer op je pootjes terecht en in NL.
Er wacht een dikke knuffel op je!