My hotel in Munich was right next to the train station, which is clearly not the greatest area.... I walked out of the train station and there were police everywhere. Literally everywhere and having conversations with the local drunks that were passed out along the walls.... I kept on walking thinking that my hotel would be nicer, and I'd have nothing to worry about. So I kept on walking, past all the kebab places, strip clubs, sex stores and who knows what else... And made it to my hotel.... Right between a sex store and a strip club.... So lovely. And I know this sounds awful, but I swear I walked through the monthly meeting of beggars because at least 20 crippled people were directly outside. I SOUND TERRIBLE, I KNOW!!!! But actually, I accidentally rolled by bag over someones crutches.... Soooo there were a lot... I said about 50 that day, but that was probably an exaggeration... 20 might be an underestimation....
I checked into my hotel, made it upstairs and broke down crying... It was dark, I didn't feel safe and I was a single woman traveling alone.... So, I did what anyone would do in my situation, I called my dad. And we immediately started looking for a replacement hotel... In actuality, the hotel itself wasn't bad, it just didn't really have a lock on the door, was partially under construction, didn't have wifi that worked, and wasn't in the greatest of locations, so I forfeited my money and left the next morning.
I discovered that it wasn't worth it to me if I didn't feel comfortable. When traveling alone, confidence is key, and if you don't feel confident, fake it. If you can't even manage that, change something, because why are you there if you are going to hide in a hotel room? So I left, and haven't regretted anything except the night I essentially wasted in Munich...
Love, Alison
Love, Alison
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