I LOVE Fukuoka

Fukuoka was a city I never heard of prior to coming to Japan for the second time. One of new travel friends mentioned flying into the city, but outside of that– It was out of sight, outta mind.

That was until I purchased my 7 day JR rail pass and realized I needed to go further distances to really make the pass worth the money. See, originally I was going to activate the pass on 3/23 when I went to Tokyo for the second time with a group of friends from Remote Year but realized I loved Japan so much that I wanted to extend my trip another week so I thought I should activate my JR pass on 3/26, on the way back to Osaka.

What I didn’t realize is that the trip to Tokyo from Osaka was the trip that made my JR pass worth it cause all the other trips I was planning to use with the pass were pretty close to Osaka. When I realized this, I searched for the further location I could go from ShinOsaka station, and that’s when I saw Hakata station (Fukuoka).

So I booked a round trip ticket to Fukuoka with my JR Pass and came into the city, not knowing what to expect. Yesterday I came into ShinOsaka around 11am and it was complete chaos. Everyone and their mom was at the station. By the time I got to the ticket machine all of the morning/early afternoon trains were booked! I ended up getting a train for 2pm that arrived in Hakata at 4.30ish pm. I mostly slept on the train, which was packed!

By the time I arrived in the city, it was quite foggy but I already had a goal. I had to see the Gundam stationed at the LaLaport mall. So I hoped on a bus as soon as I got off at Hakata Station.

When I finally got around to see the Gundam, I was in awe (again!). He was hugeous! And there were a ton of opportunities to get a photo with the Gundam without a million other people in the photo. That’s when I first noticed that the City wasn’t swamping with tourist. There might have been one other foreigner there that I noticed.

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I spent roughly two hours in that area, did a little shopping, ate while admiring the Gundam and took a ton of photos! I didn’t leave until I saw the Gundam show, which features Char. It was pretty cool. And I official visited all the Gundams in Japan during this trip. Who else can say they did that?! Especially considering Yokohama’s Gundam is being taken down. 

After the Gundam, I went towards the city to check into my hotel, The Lively Fukuoka Hakata. It’s a cute space that houses two different hotels. The location was actually perfect, on a little island in the middle of the city and a ton of attractions nearby.
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I recovered for a bit in the hotel cause I only had 4 hours of sleep from the night prior cause I was out throwing it back at this new club in Osaka (that’s a whole other story, don’t slam down Soju with parental supervision).

After I was done recovering I decided to go out to a gay bar, just to see the vibe. I knew it was late on a Sunday night but you never know. I walked down this really lively street in Nakasu and then down a street that was hella sketchy. It looked like a street full of strip clubs and E-Girl lounges. I had a few guys call out to me but I just sped walk passed the group.

When I finally made it to the tip, I ran into Canal City and heard someone singing their heart off at the Seiryu park. I thought to myself, lemme see what this is about. Went over to the park and saw a ton of food carts, the aforementioned live singer who was singing in English, and beautiful city views. I ordered myself some long fries since options for vegetarians were slim here. It was in this moment that I really succumbed to the charm of the city. It just felt so magical and I was living for it.

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I did go to the gay bar but never went in cause the area was quite dead, and I noticed street lights take over four minutes to turn in this area of Fukuoka, I admittedly jaywalked cause what the heeeeeck!?

Then I went back to my hotel and saw the hottest guy I’ve laid eyes on behind the counter of the hotel. Man had rizz. But honestly, let’s rewind a bit. I’ve been in Japan since March 3rd, and I’ve seen some cuties here and there but lemme tell you … The finest Japanese men are in Fukuoka. I saw many very attractive men here, far more than any other major city. Like normally I’d see one or two handsome guys a day, out in Fukuoka, the boys were coming correct.

I ended up oversleeping, walking up an hour before check out. I didn’t set an alarm but I was hoping I’d walk up at 9am to check out and explore the city. My day started around 12pm today after I ran to Hakata station to get tickets back to ShinOsaka at 6:45pm. It was at the station where I learned from a new travel friend that there was a Hello Kitty train that traveled the route I was going. Couldn’t book that train but I did manage to grab tickets for that train for later this week (Osaka -> Kobe).

After securing tickets and dropping off my bags into a coin locker, I headed out to TeamLab Forest, since I wasn’t able to get tickets for the activations in Tokyo, this would have to do! The experience was really cool! The Capture and Learn was a very unique experience. The colors and interactiveness of the first area was really fun! I spent half an hour in there before realizing there were other areas! My favorite area was the bouncing mushrooms. You had to jump on these little mushroom caps by color, they were quite bouncy and the room was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.  I spent about an hour at TeamLabs Forest before heading over to the Fukuoka Castle Ruins. Once there, I noticed cherry blossoms were everywhere! I saw the most beautiful walkway into the park, filled with people (most likely locals) taking photos. I swear I was one of the only touristas there. I’m sure there were others but Fukuoka is nothing like Osaka, Kyoto and Japan right now, literally swamping.

The park was really beautiful, filled with Cherry Blossoms trees at different stages but quite a few in the castle grounds blooming and others scattered throughout. Fukuoka gave me the Sakura experience I’ve been desperately waiting for! At one point I received a flyer from one of the park volunteers/workers and realized there were a host of stamps available at the park, 11 total to be exact! Turns out I was at the park during a Cherry Blossom festival! Yaaaaay, how serendipitous! I spent like two hours wandering around the park collecting stamps, taking pictures and enjoying the cherry blossoms. I also treated myself to some Takoyaki and a churro! I felt like have something Japanese with a side of sweetness.

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I kinda spent too much time at the park, realizing that I was going to cut things close with my departure. I had two more things I really wanted to do in Fukuoka at that point… See Nokonoshima Island Park and go up Fukuoka part. At this point it was 3.40pm. I called an Uber to Meinohama ferry station, collected a stamped and walked for the 4.15pm ferry. The ferries come every hour and they only take ten minutes to cross over to the island. Once there I transferred on the bus to go up to the park. There was a very sweet attendant who was fluent in English there. She told me I only had half an hour to really enjoy the park since I arrived at the entrance around 4.50pm. She gave me a nap and told me the best route to travel to get the most of my experience. She also gave me a 500¥ discount since I was so late.

From there I made my way through the park enjoying all the sights I could soak up within that short time period. It was beautiful! I saw more cherry blossoms, marigolds, and field full of daffodils. Gorgeous!

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I was able to enjoy half the park in the half hour I was allowed before the park closed and the final boss left the entrance. On the way back I realized I wouldn’t make Fukuoka Tower if I wanted to catch my 6.45pm train. So fuck it, I would just ride unreserved on whatever train I could get back to Osaka.

I got back to Meinohama ferry station at 6.10pm and waited for the bus to Fukuoka Tower. When I finally got to see the Tower up close I was in awe. Japan makes beautiful sky towers and it’s now a goal of mine to visit EVERY SINGLE TOWER. Fukuoka Tower is the third highest tower behind Sky Tree and Tokyo Tower, which means I’ve visited the top three during this visit as well. Look at me being a travel baddie, period! 

Fukuoka Tower had gorgeous panoramic views of the city and ocean. I got there as the sun was setting so I got some awesome photos of the city at dusk and at night with all the lights. I collected more stamps, got a Fukuoka Tower gacha and made a wish on a Sakura petal.

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And after my visit, it was finally time to leave. I ventured out of the tower to snap a few more photos of this gorgeous tower with its night lights before finally grab a cab (for 3,150¥) to Hakata Station.

I got to the station at 8pm, knowing the next train I could catch was at 8:18pm but I wanted to at least see the Hakata Pokemon Center, which I did. I went up the elevator to the 8F, saw the closed store and snapped a picture with the Pokemon statues before hauling ass to the coin locker. I made it to the coin locker at 8.08pm, but realized very quickly that something was wrong… I never received a QR code nor did I use my ICOCA card to scan my locker. My stuff was just trapped.

I panicked and went to the JR Station help desk to ask for assistance. The attendants didn’t speak English but they told me to call the number on the lockers. I went back to the lockers to try to call but the number wasn’t working. I went back to ask for security and they called of a security guard. In the interim, I waited for a bit, researched the last train from the station (9.09pm) and panicked more. My anxiety started to get the better of me cause I went back to the locker for a third time, tried to go through the prompts again, and finally just punched the locker out of anger cause I had a feeling I was going to have to leave my stuff behind to catch the last train to Osaka. I have a photoshoot tomorrow morning in Kyoto (starting at 7.40am) and I couldn’t miss out on that.  Embarrassed that I resorted to a bit of anger, I went back to the JR Station attendees to ask what would happen to my stuff if I left it. Luckily an elderly security guard came and saved the day! He took my payment for the locker, took my information down and opened up that damned coin locker– freeing my belongings and allowing me to catch the second to last bullet train out of Hakata.

And now I’m on my way back to ShinOsaka. Planning to go check into my tiny little hotel room, grab all my essentials for my photoshoot and then meet up with Jean (long term friend whom I traveled all over the world with at this point). I’ll be spending the night at his Airbnb cause he has a private bathroom, perfect for getting ready for a photo shoot and then it’s off to Kyoto for a kimono rental /photo session with Donna (sister of a RY friend that’s in Vietnam now). I’m so looking forward to this shoot because I suspect I’ll barely get any sleep seeing as how late I’m getting back tonight. I’m also going to catch up with Jean and do some prep before the shoot so I’ll probably get five hours of sleep if I’m lucky!

All in all, today was one of the best days of my trip to Japan. Definitely a highlight of my trip … But then again there were so many highlights this trip that I’m honestly seriously considering living in Japan. I love it here. And if I were to live here, I honestly can see me like in Fukuoka. It has everything I need: Beautiful city, transit system, pretty boys, a beach and charm. I love Fukuoka and I’m so happy I got to spend the last 24 hours there.

I look forward to the next time I visit this beautiful port city again! 

Learning to cook Balinese food!

Learning new recipes while traveling is such a treat, and it’s one good way of bringing back a little bit of the destination with you back to your kitchen. I learned how to make Shakshuka in Tel Aviv back in 2016 and it’s been my favorite dish to cook ever since.

So during my time here in Bali, I learned to make Base Gede (basic spice paste), Cramcam Jepang Mekuah (Chayote, red bean soup, crispy shallots), Nasi Sela (sweet potato rice) and more at Lobong Culinary Experience Bali.

At the start of the day, our host took us through a market and gave us a culinary tour, showing us all the ingredients we would be cooking with and the culture behind Balinese markets. For example, all market events take place near a temple. The one we were at happened to be by a royal one.

After the culinary tour we got to tour the hosts compound, and let me tell you— His place is beautiful! At one point, during our cooking class, it started to rain and I had to capture all the beauty surrounding me.

During out cooking class we learned how the balinese people cook their rice, which involved steaming the rice in three different steps. The total process took and hour and a half, but it was delicious. And while the rice cooked, we made the other dishes! One thing that was super interesting about this compound was that there were three different kitchens, one for the experience (which was also the hosts’ kitchen), one for his mother and one for his sister.

Aside from the cooking we learned a lot about his family and the structure, which was very interesting! I learned quite a bit! Like how Balinese families turn stones when their children turn into adults, or how head the family lives at the highest point of the compound! I also learned that the Balinese people didn’t have birth certificates until like the 60s! Our host didn’t know his exact age, he just knew he was younger than one of the girls in his village and that was his benchmark! His mother knew her age based on when the volcano last erupted.

All in all the experience was awesome, the food was amazing, and there was just so much beauty to be found in the intimacy of the compound. I certainly wouldn’t mind living in a place like that. 🙂

After two hours of cooking, we finally got to eat! And what a delicious meal it was! I had tofu while my cohorts had chicken. 🙂

Before we ate, we paid homage to the temple and gave our offerings… Or rather the hosts’ mother did as the offerings we already prepared for us, we just placed them on the temple.

All in all, it was a fabulous experience and I highly recommend it! 🙂

Cooking my curry with a beautiful hibicus flower in my hair, taken from the compound.

Gee Willikers!

It’s been over 2,799 days since I last wrote in this blog! It’s quite a shame too, because I genuinely enjoy writing about my travels but life happened and I got pulled into the ebb and flow (aka chaos) of New York City!

See, after June 2016 I moved backed into Boston where I struggled to find work for over a year. Because of all the traveling I did in previous blog entries, I racked up a lot of debt. And living in Boston ain’t cheap, so it all compounded and next thing I knew I was paying $900 in interest alone every month on my credit cards. Boston, a city I had previously loved, became a city I abhorred! I started to see the racist underbelly of the city coupled with the elitist attitudes of employers… All while surviving six months of winter. Honestly it was quite miserable.

And after a year of struggling I moved to New York City, where I crashed on a friend’s couch for a week and very quickly turned my life around. In just a few days I found an apartment in Washington Heights and a really cool job with Samsung, working as an assistant technician to the Samsung Care truck. It was a super fun experience.

Working with Samsung Care actually opened the door for my Field Marketing career in NYC!

From there I claimed bankruptcy to relieve myself of all the debt I accumulated from my travels and from living unemployed in Boston for almost a year, and really turned my life around!

That’s the short version, because a lot has transpired in those 2,799 days! But now I’m back to traveling, and I’d like to give this travel blog business another try. Right now I’m currently in Bali, Indonesia and I am having the time of my life! But I think I’ll get into more detail in another post. 🙂

My 2,799 day hiatus is over!

Last Day Abroad

Today is my last day abroad, as I fly back to JFK tomorrow morning at 12pm from Madrid with Iberia. This will concluded my three months abroad. This has actually been my longest trip abroad, of the three consist of 6, 11, and now 14 weeks away from the US. Woohoo.

But this trip is officially over, and I’m feeling pretty good. Last time I left Europe to return, I was really anxious. Not knowing what the future had in store for me. All I knew was that I was going to live in NYC for the fall. This time around, I have a plan.

I told myself that I needed to study abroad for my Master’s degree in Stop Motion Animation, I had planned to start the program in BAU: Barcelona School of Design in 2016 and I’m right on track with that goal. I came back to Barcelona from London to check out the school and to talk to an owner of a Hostel Nadav set me up with for a possible job. I’ll be returning, assuming I get my VISA, to Barcelona in October to study for almost a year and possibly work at a hostel. So my travels are far from over.

For the most part I am ready to return to the states though, I am ready to buckle down and work on myself over the summer. I also have a youtube channel to launch off the ground (search YoyaFabulosa) and I’m pretty excited about that.

Leaving from Madrid also feels right. I spent a majority of my summer here last year, and I fucking loved it. Though I don’t have too much to show for it here. I did learn a lot of spanish and made a handful of friends, but sadly none from Madrid. Except Torin, a guy whom I paid a house visit. We chatted, and I ended up leaving after a good conversation with him hijacking my cellphone case because he wanted me to kiss him. Hell no, I was going to kiss him. So homeboy had my cellphone case for about a month before he begrudgingly returned it to me by throwing it off from his rooftop. Upset with me because I wasn’t showing any interest in him… Why am I even bringing him up? Oh, right because as soon as I got back to Madrid, he started messaging me again. Though I doubt he recalled it was me initially.

I digress. I’m doing a bit of reflexing here. It’s nice to come back here and it feel SO familiar. Same with Barcelona, but to a much larger extent here in Madrid. It feels like home almost. Or maybe more like a playground 🙂

Berlin Nights

I’ve been too Berlin before, last July. But last time I visited the city as if I was an older traveler. No parties,  nothing crazy. I found myself regretting not going to the party capital of Berlin to turn up and party.

Hence, a second trip was in order.  This time  around I knew I was going to party. And that I did. My first two nights I stayed with a friend who I’ve been messaging for over a year now with no parties in the evening.  Just exploring and shopping.  But Friday and Saturday night,  I went out to see what makes Berlin the party capital of Europe.

Friday night I was recommended to KitKat, which was having a large gay party. Said party was actually a sex party where beds and dark rooms were provided for patrons. I can’t really say much about this party other than it was not my scene and everyone was pretty jacked up  (or murfed as they say in Hawaii). After KitKat I decided to venture to Berghain on a whim. I wanted to go but wanted to reserve it for Saturday. But hey, what the hell… I decided to go. I heard it was difficult to get in but I did the proper amount of research, wore all black and mesh.  Got in without a problem, though it probably helped that I went at 5am. It was a very nice venue, massive in scale and the music was fantastic, but I was tired and exhausted.  So I left early.

But the night I want to write about is tonight, Friday night. I had an absolute blast. I knew I was going to be hanging out with Nickie, a berlin native that I meant during my time at ITH Zoo Hostel as volunteers. We were going to go to the Berghain but since I already went there was no reason to go back. So we decided on going to watergate and I invited a new friend I met, Kyle from the hostel I was staying at the previous night (currently staying in a gay hostel).

We all met up at Warschaur Station  and from there we all connected quickly and went out for drinks. That’s when the fun began, we went to several different establishment until we settled on one India food place that had 3.80€ all drinks happy hour. We spent an hour there throwing back drinks and I learned more about snapchat (dog filter HERE I come!) There was one drink in particular was one you could set on fire. We lit up our drinks and I placed my straw in the cup, not thinking about how flammable it was. Burnt my straw and had to get another. Sometime after this, right as we were about to consume our drinks, Kyle drops his drink on the table. Setting it on fire. I watched, alarmed and still until Nicki shouted “Gio, you’re on fire ”
And sure enough my cardigan was on fire. I jumped up quickly and put on the flames as fast as I could. My cardigan was unharmed, thankfully. And the bartender was nice enough to replace Kyle’s drink for free.

More shots of tequila and we were on our way to the Watergate,  tipsy and ready to dance.  Upon entry, Nicki suggested we see the terrace that was outside on the river. It was very nice with a great view. She wanted a cigarette but was too shy to ask so I decided to do the asking. I went to two guys and asked, rejected. So I searched for others who has cigarettes. Nicki suggested I find girls and act really gay, so I did just that. I saw a group of edgy looking 20 somethings and approached with a “Haaay, do you have a spare cigarette?” The girls responded “Absolutely ” in a very American accent which triggered  the question: “Oh where are you from?” From there, I made temporary friends with the group of girls from L.A., Nicki and I were being social when Kyle decides to up and leave. Now Kyle is this cute asian guy that reeked of innocence, my type completely. I always feel compelled to watched over these guys and be around them, Gay or straight. In this case, he is the latter. Though he did kiss me on the forehead before we parted ways. And Nicki isn’t convinced 🤔.

Anyways Nicki and I got more shots and enjoyed the rest of the …. morning? The sun sets at 10pm here and rises at 4am. It’s nuts. But I had a phenomenal time, learned some banging new dance moves– Courtesy of a Nickie.  And got battle danced for going to hard and hitting a hidden bar with my leg. Ouch.

My night ends with me assisting two gay Irish travelers on Google maps to get to a party, with one of them clearly coming on to me while the other shouted at him to not be a creep. And when I got into the hostel, dead set on writing this blog– I had the pleasure of speaking with a gay guest here from Brazil. We are somewhat similiar and he was at the KitKat party as well though he had an amazing time with much more success than I. No surprise there. But it’s time for bed and I’m ready to catch some z’s.

Hopefully I can sleep in this hostel without much disturbance.

Tel Aviv Shooting & Gay Pride

I had the pleasure of spending roughly two months in Tel Aviv, Israel. It has become a city I love and cherish. I knew nothing if the country or city prior to my stay there except that Tel Aviv was allegedly the gay capital of the Middle East.  I read this online sometime last summer, while I was in my air conditioned AirBnB room in Madrid.

I told myself then that I would try to see Tel Aviv’s gay pride in the 2016, and vula. I did it.

I’ve been asked many times why I was in Tel Aviv, seeing as I wasn’t Jewish, people were curious to learn why I decided to travel to their city. The truth was, at first, that I came on a whim. It was a city I knew I wanted to visit but knew nothing of. I was in Barcelona for two weeks prior to visiting Tel Aviv, attempting to do a Web programming bootcamp. That didn’t work for me, and I dropped out of there only incurring a loss of $800. The guy I was staying with in Barcelona had a lot going on and he needed me to leave. So I had to make a snap decision as to where I was going to go next.

I logged on to workaway.info, a website where one could work and travel in exchange for accommodations. And I looked around Spain to see where I could go, but felt I needed to leave the country and see something new. Enter Tel Aviv. It was on March 29 when I reached out to the Overstay Hostel to volunteer and three days later when I arrived, April 1st.

I met some amazing people and had a lot of fun during my time there. The first couple of weeks were rough though, mainly because I had invested so much of my time and hopes into the Web programming bootcamp that I was so lost and confused regarding what to do with my life. I wasn’t depressed but I sure was acting like it. My time in Tel Aviv was well spent.

I enjoyed my time there so much when I left for Budapest, I came back a week later.  Though that was to celebrate gay pride, which I must say doesn’t meet the hype I was expecting. Gorgeous men, but nothing special.

I left this past Wednesday, in the early morning at 4am. When I purchased the ticket the day before , I thought it was for 4pm. It was probably for the best as there was a shooting that same day. It pains me to hear that something like this happened in Tel Aviv. Because I always felt safe at Tel Aviv. And I don’t think this act of violence is a characteristic of the city I’ve grown to love.

Been gone all of three days and I miss it.

Spontaneous Travel

I’m waiting outside of a friend’s apartment in Berlin, waiting to let him know I’m here. He requested that I get here at 10am, so I have a few minutes to spare.

I purchased my ticket last night to Berlin with my friend’s travel benefits, getting a discounted ticket here. I had decided to go to Berlin several days prior but procrastinated on purchasing the ticket. When I did buy the ticket last night, I thought I was leaving at 4pm today. But I learned around midnight that my time telling skills are lacking, because thanks to Google I got a reminder that my flight was 5 hours away. It gave me little time to mentally prepare for the trip, let Nadav (Israeli fling) know I was leaving as well as my friend Pascal  (Berlin friend who met online last year, never met in person) that I was coming earlier than expected.

I was able to pack my bags in 20 minutes and I got to stay with Nadav for an hour cuddled up before I had to say goodbye.

And Vula, now I’m here in Berlin. With no itinerary or plans other than I want to see the party scene. I told Pascal I’d only stay with him for a day. So it is up to me to find a hostel and plan out when I am going to London, my next destination.  I have always considered myself spontaneous, but not to this extent. It’s kind of exhilarating but also stressful and at times inconvenient.

Losing my credit card while traveling.

For almost two years now, I have had this amazing travel credit card that awards me with miles, points, zero foreign transaction fees, my FICO score. Good stuff.

But unfortunately,  I lost said credit card while leaving Budapest and going back to Tel Aviv to celebrate gay pride. It all starts with the hostel I was staying at my last three days in Budapest. It was literally on top of a night club that went on every night. The worst kind too, the kind of club that is constantly pandering young foreign students who can’t handle their alcohol. Terrible DJ and pricey drinks as well.
Because of this terrible nightclub / hostel deal, I didn’t get any sleep last night… Well, I managed to get a little
over two hours, I woke up feeling stiff and disenchanted. I got up in time to make it at the airport at 4:30am tired and low energy. Got breakfast there, but had to eat it quickly because I was already ten minutes pass boarding time when I got breakfast.

That was my breakfast. What you don’t see, is my credit card is hidden underneath that receipt there. I put it on my tray as I was rushing to get out of line, into a seat and eat before boarding. But I had time to take this picture…. what the hell man? I left my credit card underneath that plate on top of the waste bin. That much I know,  because when I landed in Tel Aviv, my card was gone.

Sigh. I don’t know how I’m going to get my card back when I’m constantly on the go overseas. What’s a guy to do?

This is as bad as breaking my -6.5 prescription glasses last week.

But I’m still enjoying myself. I won’t let these little blunders ruin my time abroad. I still have a debit card… that charges me a percentage of every transaction I make abroad. 😂😅

Travel Anxiety

I occasionally suffer from anxiety when traveling✈. I suppose this is normal but I really can’t be bothered to make plans, under the guise of preferring spontaneity and traveling on a whim, when in reality I get anxious.

Right now I’m couchsurfing in Budapest, which is lovely. Sunny and inexpensive, who can complain? I have been here for six days and have three more nights until I am back in Tel Aviv for gay pride. I told my host I’d say for four nights, but in reality I stayed for six nights. And it has been a bit awkward. They told me I could stay the whole trip but I don’t feel comfortable taking them up on that offer especially because we are all so introverted.

So last night I booked three night in a hostel that is literally two doors away from the place I was crashing in. Cost me $35 for the duration of my stay. What a steal!

But the anxiety is kicking in. I am nervous about this hostel.  It is an 8 bed room dormitory…. and I will be constantly surrounded by people, unlike my couchsurfing experience here. I had my own room and access to a lot of space while on my own. It’s completely irrational for me to be so nervous.  I have already worked at two different hostels, both half way across the world from each other. But my anxiety is being triggered. I spent an extra three hours in bed, generously provided by my couchsurfing host, watching Once Upon a Time and refusing to get up.

But I have to get going, my host facebook messaged me but I’m pretending to still be asleep to buy time. What’s wrong with me?
I am a bit of a nut.
But I am (usually) okay with that.

The Problem with Budget Airlines

As I was en route to Ben Gurion airport via public transit, I realized that I did not have the ticket I printed out last night for my Wizzair flight.

This shouldn’t be a big deal, I did a online mobile check in. So I checked online to see the protocol…
25 -30€ for a boarding pass!

What the actual fuck.  Who the fuck do these bitches thing they are? Obviously this is how discount airlines make their money but this is criminal, especially considering how cheap the flight is. I mean the cost to print out the ticket there is a third of the flight cost. I can’t even.

Luckily they offer a lower fee online if you opt for airport check in. So I got away with paying only 10 euros online but still… this is crazy.

It’s all good, I’ll be spending the three hours on board figuring out what I can take with me that cost about 10€.

Bitch you steal from me I steal from you. That’s how I work. ☺