Here are my 15 worst moments of 2015.
1. Getting really sick in Rome and Seville
2. Thinking I was going to die in Naples, Italy
3. Getting scammed in Croatia
4. Almost sleeping in the streets in Ljubljana, Slovenia
5. When my bank cancelled my card with all my money in it
6. Getting bedbugs in Prague & Madrid
My hostel in Prague wasn't that great to tell the truth, but it cost me 4€ a night, so I ended up staying there for a full week. By the time I arrived at my next destination, I started feeling itchy and noticed that I had some bites. I'm usually a bugs magnet, and being allergic to mosquito bites, I thought I had been bitten by one, and ignored the situation. I left Brno feeling worse, but not saying a thing about the situation. As I returned to Bratislava, on my last day, before check-out I felt like I was dying. My entire body was covered in bites, I was hitching all over and it kept getting worse with no signs of stopping anytime soon. I turned to the receptionist, showed him one of my arms and asked if he knew what was wrong with me. His expression of horror, followed by a "Oh my God!!" told me I was going to die of some creepy disease I didn't even know what it was. He then said the word "BEDBUGS" and told me he was going to have to close the room because of it. I grabbed my backpacks in dispair after he told me "I'm sorry to tell you, but that's going to get even worse". FREAK OUT, FREAK OUT! Eventually, the bites disappeared, but it took like an entire week for the hitching to calm down and be bearable.
8 Months after that, during my two weeks in Spain, I was in Madrid when after the first night I got bites in my body. I immediately denied it could be bedbugs. I just said it was mosquito bites because the window had been open during the night. Nop! The bites got worse and started spreading all over my body and I knew I was in trouble, again! I went to the receptionist and said "I think we have a problem", he look at my arm and said "Oh yes, bedbugs". He gave me a cream to calm the hitching, changed me to a room all to myself, and after about a week (and after the bites invaded my face and I looked like a freaking monster) the bites started to disappear. Like I said, unluckiest traveller of all time!
7. Getting refused in the Roman Forum
8. The hell trip from Zagreb to Budapest
t all started right at boarding time, as nobody could say which train was going to Budapest. I got people saying I had to change to a bus and others saying I had to travel in the first compartment because the train would get divided in two on the way. Lucky for me, I made some friends on the process, which made things a little easier. On the train, taking a nap, a man came yelling in the compartment "Budapest get out, get out of the train! Go to the bus. Get out!". During this very pleasant way of telling people to change means of transportation I broke my glasses. From there I knew that was going to be a very long day. Already on the bus, we travelled for as little as ten minutes and were sent off again, this time to a train. This train was far away and in the middle of nowhere, so everyone had to walk the rails carrying all their bags. This made me feel like we were ilegals trying to sneek into Hungary, and the thought that we were getting kidnapped may have come to my mind at some point. Already on the third transport of the day, a guy checking the tickets came and decided it was funny to joke about the situation and said "You're going to have to change again". Our faces dropped all the way to the floor, we were white as ghosts. Is this day every going to end? "Just kidding" - he said-, relief faces for all of us!
Believing we were finally on the train that would take us to Budapest, the guy shows again, after an hour, and said "I'm so sorry, but you're going to have to change to another bus to get another train to Budapest" WHAT? Nooooo! Endless day!
Off we went, backpacks up, getting all the crap in the new bus, five minutes after we stop. Take all crap out of the bus, walk in what looked like and abandoned train station, hop on the 5th transport of the day. I sat down and thought "If someone comes to tell me we have to change again I swear I'll loose my mind!". Arriving in Budapest (yup, we actually made it there!), we found out we were not in the station we were supposed to and everyone had directions to their hostels from the other station, which meant a couple of hours trying to find our way and finally getting to where we were supposed to. Seriously, I bought a direct train ticket and what I get is the longest hell day of my trip between two buses and three trains!
9. Offering to travel in the luggage compartment because all buses to Prague were full
10. Spending an entire day without eating because I had no money
11. Nearly missing my night bus to Berlin
I left their home a little too late, and even after being explained where to get the bus, I got lost in the underground tunnels of Warsaw. I walked back and forth and I just couldn't find it. I asked help to a police guard, he had not idea. I started crying as I looked at the clock and saw my bus was leaving at that very moment. Two girls saw me freaking out and came to rescue me. They started pointing the way, but they saw in my face I was never going to make it alone, they knew I would get lost on the way again. They decided my only chance was for them to take me there, and we ran those damn tunnels. Then they couldn't find the right bus stop. I knew I was screwed. I was going to loose my hostel reservation, I had no money to pay for another bus the next day, and I had a flight to catch from Berlin to Portugal two days after that. Suddenly the girls found the right bus stop. The departure time had been twenty minutes before, but I noticed there was a lot of people there. I asked someone if the bus had left and then I hear "The bus is late". There might have been a happy dance after hearing that!
12. Forgetting to print a bus ticket and refusing to get off the bus after the driver tried to kick me out
"I paid, so I'm going on this bus" and I didn't move or stopped annoying the guy until I was on my seat on my way to Warsaw.
13. Having to run in front of a 0,5€ bus
14. Forgetting my fully written travel journal on the bus
15. Getting my ID and Credit card stolen in a party hostel
As soon as we arrived, we discovered how much of an experience that hostel was going to be. The hostel was placed in a street with bars and right next to a sex shop, the reception was inside the bar and there was a drunk lost girl waking the corridors...oh boy! Of course the rooms weren't as nice as it showed in the photos and things didn't look very clean. We checked for bedbugs before going to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and had a drunk naked guy staring at me. I pretended it was a nightmare and I hide under the sheets. On our last night I had to change rooms, and me and the girls stayed separate. When I went to my wallet (inside my smaller bag) that was in the room, I noticed my credit card was gone and my ID as well. I searched the entire room, I took everything out of my pockets and both my backpacks. They were both gone! I guess I was lucky to have the girls and that I had no money left in my credit card (I only needed it to book hostels and pay for bus reservations) and I had brought both my passport and ID card, or this could've been a huge matter, because I wouldn't have identification to get my flight back home, or money to go to the Embassy and pay for a new ID card and get a new flight home.