As much as everyone would love to have a perfect trip, sometimes you just have to face the fact that something bad or unexpected might happen.
And IF it does… just go with it.
There’s no turning back time.
What has happened happened and now you just have to work past it and make the best of your current situation.
Starting with this article I’m going to have an ongoing Blog Post called: SHIT HAPPENS.
Because… well… It Does.
These posts will be dedicated to my mishaps and foolish travel mistakes.
Hopefully I’m not gonna be writing many of these, but who knows.
At least you can learn from my misfortunes rather than making them yourself.
I have never lost my Passport(which I consider to be the worst thing to happen while traveling).
However I have had some unplanned and unfortunate situations arise during my travels.
Some small and some a little bit bigger.
But I’ve survived to tell the tales and you will too.
This will probably happen to everyone.
But have you ever been so lost that you were starting to check out the back of buildings to see where you might be able to find a place to sleep for the night?
I have done that twice.
One time was in Salzburg, Austria; the other was in Ceske Budejovice, Czech Republic.
Both situations involved me arriving after 10pm with a limited amount of directions to where my hostel actually was.
I was not traveling with a phone or a laptop just in case you’re wondering why I didn’t use Google Maps or GPS(plus iPhone 1 was literally just released at this time).
Luckily for me I was helped by complete strangers also roaming the streets late at night.
In Salzburg, after 40 minutes of aimlessly walking around in what I thought was the general direction of my hostel I accepted my defeat.
I stood in the middle of a desolate street and must have thought to myself “If I stand here long enough I will just appear in front of my hostel.”
That did not work.
Although it must have been apparent to the British guy that rounded the corner and said “Hey, you look lost. Do you need any help?”
Yes I Did.
And as fate would have it, this kind soul had stayed at the same hostel the year before.
It took us about 30 minutes to find it(in the opposite direction I was walking); I thanked him and mentioned my little adventure to the man behind the Check-In desk.
Before I could finish he cut me off and yelled “EMERGENCY!!!!”
He ran out of the room for about 2 minutes and when he came back he had a large glass of beer and said “Here you go Mate.”
All was good in the world.
In Ceske Budejovice, after a miserably long journey I arrived outside of a building that in no way, shape, or form looked like a Bus Station or Train Station.
Maybe I should have looked at it a little longer.(Hint Hint).
Everyone on the bus immediately dispersed in different directions and I just stood there wondering “Where the hell am I supposed to catch my 2nd bus that will take me to Cesky Krumlov(my final destination)?”
I go back on the bus and ask the driver “Cesky Krumlov bus?”
He points behind us and that’s all I get out of him.
I see someone else outside and ask them the same question and I get the same answer.
I figured I’d just walk in the direction they pointed and I’d miraculously come upon a large neon sign pointing me in the direction of a bus filled with midgets and strippers and the rest of the night would be enjoyed in spectacular fashion.
But that sign never appeared and I had 2 hours to find it.
I continued walking in the direction they pointed, staying on the major road which eventually brought me into the city center.
Knowing damn well there wasn’t going to be a bus station around I asked the 1st group of people I saw.
A group of girls gave me a point in a general direction, so onward I went.
After a few more minutes of walking I felt lost again but I came across another girl who I asked directions from.
She said her English wasn’t very good and then in perfect English she gave me much better directions to the Bus Station.
I finally started seeing signs for the Train/Bus Station.
I find the building, walk in, see that no trains are running and I ask the only person inside if she knows where the bus to Cesky Krumlov is. She walks me outside, points, and says “400 meters that way.”
As soon as this happens I stop and look around for a bit.
A harsh realization sits in and I just start laughing.
This wasn’t one of those “HAHA Funny” laughs.
It was more of a maniacal, “I might go King Kong crazy on something” type of laugh.
The reason being: I’m right where I first started when the bus dropped me off.
That building that in no way, shape, or form looked like a Bus Station or Train Station was actually BOTH; the train station and bus station!!!
The Journey Continues.
So I start walking in the same direction as before.
Instead this time I see paper stapled to telephone poles that says “Cesky Krumlov Bus 400 meters”, “Cesky Krumlov Bus 300 meters”.
Until I finally get about 2 buildings away and behind a fence, that I was apparently too blind to see last time, was a parking lot with some buses in it.
I literally walked around the whole town for an hour to find a bus that was 400 meters away from where I was 1st dropped off.
I was not accompanied by midgets or strippers on the bus ride to Cesky Krumlov.
And the rest of that trip didn’t go without a few more mishaps, but I made it where I needed to be and in the end it all worked out.
That’s how travel usually is.
Things go awry, but in the end it usually always works out.
Have you ever been so lost that you thought you were going to be sleeping on the streets?
Getting lost can turn into a new journey.
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My name is Jeremiah and I'm an Arizona desert rat in search of the next adrenaline pumping adventure.
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