So, Rome. We got out at the train station and straight went to enquiry to get a map and directions to the Indian embassy. Fortunately, it was walkable distance from the train station. But as we discovered, having to carry around 4 bags of luggage changes the limits of walkability. But, we walked. And reached this tiny hole in the ground type place (seriously, it is underground). The guy there at first seemed very... whats the word... by the book. Its too late now, why didnt you come sooner, come back tomorrow with copies of this, that, the other and your grandmother. Of course we had no copies of anything. We decided to go to the hotel and run our campaign from there. All the way, i kept praying that the hotel have Internet. It would make ALL the difference. I had booked the hotel and it not having Internet would make me feel more like an idiot than any person should ever have to feel.
We got off at the wrong station and dragged our luggage all over again, but finally got to the hotel. Where a receptionist with bad english but a fine sense of humour gave us our room keys and, wait for it, the wi-fi password! At that moment, only finding the lost passports could have made me happier. Or so i thought. We opened the room and found the following:
- an extremely well equipped kitchenette
- bunk beds
Suddenly, life was looking up. Its when the big shit goes wrong that you appreciate the small stuff. We contacted and recruited our respective brothers for finding copies of whatever they could find copies of. (Those two should be given something for all the trouble we put them through. Listen, you two, if you ever lose your passport (please dont! but if you do), rest assured that i will make for you all the copies any official ever wants you to make.) The dude made upma for dinner. It was bad but it made me very very happy.
We went to sleep early. Tomorrow we knew would be a long day.
We got off at the wrong station and dragged our luggage all over again, but finally got to the hotel. Where a receptionist with bad english but a fine sense of humour gave us our room keys and, wait for it, the wi-fi password! At that moment, only finding the lost passports could have made me happier. Or so i thought. We opened the room and found the following:
- an extremely well equipped kitchenette
- bunk beds
Suddenly, life was looking up. Its when the big shit goes wrong that you appreciate the small stuff. We contacted and recruited our respective brothers for finding copies of whatever they could find copies of. (Those two should be given something for all the trouble we put them through. Listen, you two, if you ever lose your passport (please dont! but if you do), rest assured that i will make for you all the copies any official ever wants you to make.) The dude made upma for dinner. It was bad but it made me very very happy.
We went to sleep early. Tomorrow we knew would be a long day.
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