I was reading this on my train to Budapest today. Small world! Our train ride today was very uneventful, but we have had some dozy situations ourselves. Somehow they are like childbirth - you forget the bad parts and give it a little time and you willing to do it again!
If this happened in our native country we’d be serving up the complaints on a silver platter yes? So amazing when we’re fish out of water… our over-polite selves come out… even when it’s clearly a proper mess around!
okay... for the record... i wrote the opening scene to Kindling, which releases in its first chapter here on Substack on Tuesday, *before* I read this post. This exact thing happened to us. In Bucharest. Last summer.
I was reading this on my train to Budapest today. Small world! Our train ride today was very uneventful, but we have had some dozy situations ourselves. Somehow they are like childbirth - you forget the bad parts and give it a little time and you willing to do it again!
Oh my God--I got stressed just reading this!:-)
I share you belief in trusting my gut ... I just hate when it's actually right.
I am amazed at the physical feat of running 2 km with roughly 60 pounds on you! Great and well told story.
If this happened in our native country we’d be serving up the complaints on a silver platter yes? So amazing when we’re fish out of water… our over-polite selves come out… even when it’s clearly a proper mess around!
okay... for the record... i wrote the opening scene to Kindling, which releases in its first chapter here on Substack on Tuesday, *before* I read this post. This exact thing happened to us. In Bucharest. Last summer.