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You know that you’re in a bit of a conundrum when your
respective airline sends your bags packing on an adventure of their own to explore
yet another part of the globe without you.
You, meanwhile, are stuck with just the clothes on your back, in the midst
of a torrential downpour that has no intention of letting up anytime soon. Needless to say, your umbrella is buried at
the bottom of your suitcase, and is merrily jetting around the globe, soaking
up the sights and sounds of more exotic locales. To make matters even worse, you are now
hopelessly lost amongst a maze of cobblestone rues and avenues, a zillion
miles away from home, with your “conveniently”
situated hotel nowhere to be located.
Welcome to Day One of Miss Kid and Grocery Gal’s long anticipated
overseas sojourn on what can only be described as the vacation from hell.
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| Umbrella off on an adventure of its own |
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| Lost amongst the cobblestones somewhere |
And, to think, it had all started out so swimmingly
well. Their last minute booking was that
rare combination of dirt-cheap price (Clue
#01) for a four star hotel (Clue #02)
at peak high season (Clue #03). So what if their across the pond holiday
included 3 layovers over a 24 hour time frame?
Why go the direct route when you can instead save a couple of bucks and
languish in foreign airports for hours on end waiting for a connecting
flight? After all, when one is 18, young
and carefree, time is on your side and jetting there is just half the fun,
stumbling across an avalanche of roadblocks and diversions along the way. Just for fun, of course. Yeah. Right.
Whatever.
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| Which layover was this one?????? |
And so, a mere 24 hours later, Miss Niece and best friend
found themselves sans luggage in
Lisbon, map-less and clue-less as how to high-tail it to their economy priced
luxury accommodation, all without getting drenched, in a mad-dash across
town. It’s quite unfortunate that their
decision to forgo a five minute cab ride so as to conserve a couple of Euros
and opt instead to hop on the metro on the night of the World Cup was not the
wisest move of all, with the train jammed to capacity with the rowdy of the rowdiest
bunch of revellers out to paint the town red.
Not one to be easily spooked, World Traveller Kid
Extraordinaire felt a slight tinge of apprehension as she boarded the
over-crowded train, the hooting and hollering of young lads and lecherous old
geezers adding a sense of unease to the journey ahead. The fair-haired duo were perhaps in the wrong
place at the wrong time, caught in a frenzy of over-zealous sports fanatics
celebrating the victory of a century.
Bull-dozed with non-stop catcall after catcall of hollering
gone wild and up to their eye-balls with the lewd and crude antics of
partygoers gone mad, Le Niece and pal cleverly executed one of the wisest moves
of the century by electing to hop off the train at the next station, several
stops earlier than their scheduled exit.
Better safe than sorry, the motto goes, even though the trek across town
would now get them to their digs even later than originally anticipated. Yikes!!
Another sleepless night involving trekking for hours on end but heck,
look at the bright side, there’s no miserable schlepping of luggage this time
round!!
As darkness had descended some hours on in and with the
witching hour drawing near, a sense of unease permeated the creepiness of the
shadows lurking about, unhinging even the most resilient of globe-trotters, let
alone two lost and forlorn teenage girls.
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| Yikes, it's dark!! Where are we???????? |
And then the clock struck twelve.
Come jet around the globe with Miss Kid, on
a journey like none other, where luggage is lost, maps are undecipherable and
hotels are nowhere to be found. Come
stumble along on a quest to somewhere or anywhere, far away across the pond, frantically searching for your home away from home.
Next blog – Wednesday November 26th
(in two weeks, every other Wednesday)
Do the gals eventually end up at their
hotel or are there a few roadblocks tripping them up along the way? Stay tuned for the continuation of the
adventures of Miss Kid and Grocery Gal’s mis-adventures in Lisbon!!
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