reunited
St. Petersburg was built on a swap and what favorite bug lives in swaps? Mosquitoes! But I didn't see any mossies yesterday. Last night (Thursday, 3 August) it was a cool evening outside and warm in the dorm room, so as usual, we left the windows open all night to enjoy the cool breeze. Throughout the night I kept having this fly buzz around me so I kept pulling the sheet over my head. I didn't sleep very well because of this. When I woke up this morning (Friday, 4 August) I looked in the mirror to find my face, mainly forehead, covered with mosquitoe bites! I must have over 50 little bumps on my face. Its not too noticable though, mainly just annoying. I guess the mosquitoes felt the warmth of the dorm room and buzzed right in for an easy 8-hour feast on sleeping victims. The windows are shut for tonight though.
Yesterday, at the conclusion of the day's credit card hunt, I was told to call a number this morning at 9 am to learn how to retrieve my credit card. I still wasn't sure it was actually in the machine since I didn't confirm it myself at the time. But no new charges were showing up on my online statement. Of course the person I was suppose to be calling wouldn't speak english, so I had the girl working at the hostel help me out. We called at 9:05, no answer. 9:10, no answer. 9:30, no answer. 10:00, she spoke with someone and we were told to call back at 1 pm. Bear in mind the day before they told me to call between 9 am and 6 pm and its Friday (banks not open until Monday morning after 6 pm today). Frustrated I went to book my ticket to Moscow for Monday night (night train). I came back and hung around the hostel until 1 pm. 1:05 pm, no answer. 1:20, no answer. (At this point I'm just beside myself with frustration.). 2 pm, she talks to someone and gets some information. I'm given an adress to go to about 30 minutes away. I find the address and when I arrived I show my hand written Russian note - that the girl at the hostel gave me - to several different people. I'm then directed to a phone, call a number, the person on the other end speaks a little english, and 5 minutes later a woman comes out with my credit card. After looking over my passport, my credit card and I -- this little piece of plastic that I carry around in my pocket which everyone else in the world agrees means I get to eat with, have shelter over my head with, and travel anywhere in the world with; but that is the topic of another blog -- are reunited. I was so relieved to see this little piece of plastic. It was 3 pm by this point.
So I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around this incredibly beautiful city of St. Petersburg. The buildings and architecture are mind boggling. I will sleep well tonight, although my allergies have been killing me today. Tomorrow I'll have to find a pharmacy.
Yesterday, at the conclusion of the day's credit card hunt, I was told to call a number this morning at 9 am to learn how to retrieve my credit card. I still wasn't sure it was actually in the machine since I didn't confirm it myself at the time. But no new charges were showing up on my online statement. Of course the person I was suppose to be calling wouldn't speak english, so I had the girl working at the hostel help me out. We called at 9:05, no answer. 9:10, no answer. 9:30, no answer. 10:00, she spoke with someone and we were told to call back at 1 pm. Bear in mind the day before they told me to call between 9 am and 6 pm and its Friday (banks not open until Monday morning after 6 pm today). Frustrated I went to book my ticket to Moscow for Monday night (night train). I came back and hung around the hostel until 1 pm. 1:05 pm, no answer. 1:20, no answer. (At this point I'm just beside myself with frustration.). 2 pm, she talks to someone and gets some information. I'm given an adress to go to about 30 minutes away. I find the address and when I arrived I show my hand written Russian note - that the girl at the hostel gave me - to several different people. I'm then directed to a phone, call a number, the person on the other end speaks a little english, and 5 minutes later a woman comes out with my credit card. After looking over my passport, my credit card and I -- this little piece of plastic that I carry around in my pocket which everyone else in the world agrees means I get to eat with, have shelter over my head with, and travel anywhere in the world with; but that is the topic of another blog -- are reunited. I was so relieved to see this little piece of plastic. It was 3 pm by this point.
So I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around this incredibly beautiful city of St. Petersburg. The buildings and architecture are mind boggling. I will sleep well tonight, although my allergies have been killing me today. Tomorrow I'll have to find a pharmacy.
posted by Dustin at 10:17 AM
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