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charlieisacastle · 3 years

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Edge of Sleep Plot Holes

please do not read this post if you don't want spoilers or noticing plot holes ruins your experience of the story!

its not my intention to shit on teos. i just thought some ppl might find this interesting like i do!

okaaaaay fellow peeps that pay too much attention to story plots!

lets start with the tame ones shall we,

1. name confusion:

this one is most definitely fixed in the show but in ep2 they call the 16 year old John. but in ep3 when linda is doing the autopsy she calls the 16 year old Dewain. i think they accidentally mixed up his name with the old patient with heartburn.

2. papua new guinea:

linda just k n o w s where the island dave is referring to is and how long its gonna take to get there with a plane???? how???? we dont get ANY description where linda does a quick google search or idk any other clue as to how she'd know that. i hope they give her a phone in that scene in the show so she can do a quick search cuz that was just weird to me tbh.

now on to actual plot holes...mostly about linda...they definitely could've worked on her section more tbh!

3. internet:

in ep2 linda asks dave to give her a ride bc her phone isnt working. since they can still call each other and even linda herself calls the hospital later in the story, im assuming she means her internet isnt working so she cant get an uber.

but that raises the question of how linda managed to google those victims' names in ep5 if they didnt hv any internet before. now i dont know how things work in US so maybe there is a very simple explanation but where i live if your cell data isnt working then the wifi isnt working either.

4. linda and dave finding out that sleeping kills people:

when linda calls the hospital to confirm her hypothesis that sleeping is whats killing people and she finds out that her co worker is dead, why doesnt she call the hospital again to let them know?

they had already set up tension between her and the doctor/other nurses so itd still make sense for the stroy if they dont believe her and leave. but it doesnt make sense for linda's character who is written as the "voice of reason" and the "calm and collected one" to not share her findings with the people in the hospital.

in my humble opinion, the scene where dave calls matteo by the hospital hoping he is still awake, shouldve also happened when they find out that sleep is the answer...or rather the anti-answer lol.

if linda and dave called the hospital and matteo by the car it wouldve made much more sense and also shown us a more compassionate side of them both. now being in shock and confused by all of this is absolutely an option for dave but linda was calculating from the start so its very out of character for her to not warn others.

6. night owls:

a lot of people are awake at 4 am. some ppl work night jobs just like dave and matteo and some hv insomnia or woke up for an early jog. it absolutely makes sense for most of those ppl to be back to their houses and asleep by 10 am but linda and matteo driving around the city and not seeing A Single Person or Any Shops open at 7 am is impossible. some drug stores are opened 24/7 and even if the cashier is asleep/dead, the doors are still open. not to mention that some ppl r driving back from their night shift around that time.

if the time when they drive into the city was around 11 am most of these problems wouldve been solved bc by then most ppl would be asleep.

5. the timezones:

if the...lets call it 'the attack' was at 4 am in california then its 7 am in the east coast and the day has already started in the other side of the country like nyc and dc. not to mention the rest of the world. in the first day at least half of the world is still alive and alerted about the fact that the other half is dead.

and even in the west coast some ppl r still gonna be awake and scared. yes most of those ppl wont survive by the third day but there would definitely be survivors in the first day or so.

other people can and probably will figure out that sleep is whats killing everyone just like linda and dave did and even tho most of them wont hv the supplies our protags hv (like the modafinil or a private airplane with a trained pilot...or a whale telling them where to go...) some could actually hv even more physical resources than dave and the group.

there r 7+ BILLION ppl in the world to assume that these four r the only ppl (other than the tribe of course) that r still alive especially in the first few days is ridiculous.

now why does that matter? bc dave is presented as the middle man. the one who is both empathetic but also mostly logical. he isnt too positive neither too negative, but realistic. so for him to constantly say and genuinely believe that they r the only ppl alive breaks the immersion and makes the story feel artificial. for someone like dave not to wonder what happened to other ppl who r out there struggling and instead believe everyone is already dead by the second day is unrealistic and too apathetic for his character.

not to mention that it makes the world way too centred around our protags. that usually happens when most of the story is from the first person perspective and i KNOW that its supposed to make us feel as isolated as they r feeling but again, its a bit too much and makes the story unbelievable and artificial. instead of living on earth they r living in a snow globe if that makes sense.

6. parasomnia + REM sleep behavioural disorder:

this one is less of a plot hole and more of a "plz explain this in season 2" thing.

there r other ppl with dave's disorder. so does that mean the old man also contacted them? did any of them join the trible in the island?

or is dave special like they foreshadowed by the fact that the tribal people had dreamt of him?

(also i know we hv spirit monsters in this story so not everything is "logical" but does the fact that there r sleep walkers mean that the ppl that r dead can be revived? bc they were walking and talking and u usually cant do that if ur brain is burnt...)

I NEED ANSWERS

k.bye.

#lets talk about teos and feel free to add any plotholes i missed #ive listened to this story more than 200 times #no im not exaggerating #i was VERY hyperfocused on it for awhile and also i just love fantasies and world building #so yeah i LOVE this story #i wouldn't care this much about the details if i didnt #markiplier #unus annus #the edge of sleep #edge of sleep #teos #mark fischbach #dave torres #mark edward fischbach #charlie.txt

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criminalhotch · 5 years

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“Going the Distance”~An Ethan Dolan Imagine

Can you make an imagine where you’re dating Ethan and you’re like half way across the country in ur state and see the sister squad and the whole Emma and Ethan thing; and you end up like unintentionally ignoring Ethan and everyone because you’re like hurt?? And confused?? And mad?? And all of a sudden he like gets fed up and just comes to see u and and it’s all angsty

Don’t know if you taking writing ideas but I just thought of one: Y/N, Grayson, Ethan, and Emma go back to Jersey. Everyone is loving Y/N and Ethan feels like no one is like Emma. It causes a lot of problems between Ethan and Grayson bc Ethan is rude toward Y/N bc he feels it is her fault on my no one seems to like Emma. In the end, Ethan and Y/N talk everything out. Thanks! Your writing is like flawless! ❤️

A/N: Thank you to the two people who sent in these requests. It was going to be really hard to make two separate storylines so I combined them! Long distance sucks, my best friend lives 11 hours away from me and I only see him a couple times a year. This one isn’t my favorite but it matches the requests. I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, nothing major

Word Count: 4,454

I sat in my apartment in my home state. I was miles upon miles from my boyfriend, Ethan Dolan. We had been together a year, but the fans didn’t know. I wasn’t famous, Ethan didn’t want me to get hate because it was a long-distance relationship only making it worse. I hadn’t seen him in three months. Every time they go home to New Jersey I have a big test, so I can never go. I adore his family. I miss him more than anything. I love him I do but distance is so hard. They travel so often it makes it even harder. He does treat me so well. We call, text, snapchat, and FaceTime all of the time. He sends me things to my apartment just because he misses me but with school there’s just never a good time for us to see each other. I decided that I would Facetime him. “Facetiming Turtle Man”. It then stopped ringing meaning he declined it. Soon enough, my phone dinged with a text from him. “Filming a vid with Emma, Gray, and James. I’ll call you later, baby. Love you” it read. Emma, imagine that. No wonder everyone is shipping them. My thoughts made me that I shouldn’t respond.

A couple of hours later I looked at my phone with two missed calls from Ethan. I had decided to take a relaxing bath and left my phone on the counter. I thought about calling him back, but I was tired. I knew that us talking would only end in a fight or with me crying, probably both. I decided it was best to just go to bed and I did just that. I threw on some sweats and one of Ethan’s shirts that I had even though it had lost his scent months ago. The next morning, I woke up at 8:02 and my first class is at 8:30. It was also a 15-minute walk from my apartment to my class. I threw my hair in a bun, kept the clothes on I wore to bed, brushed my teeth, then left. I got to my class with three minutes to spare. I decided to check my phone. Three missed calls from Grayson and 12 from Ethan. As well as four texts from Grayson and 21 texts from Ethan. Unfortunately, I had no service in this building so responding was not an option and to make it worse this class is three hours long. I guess they will just have to wait.

Ethan’s POV (Last Night after filming)

“Has Y/N responded to you?” I asked Grayson. “No, you?” he asked. “No, and it worries me” I admitted. “She might have fallen asleep, E. You know she has her 8:30 tomorrow” he reminded me. “You’re right, I just worry, and I miss her” I sulked. “I know you do, dude,” he said patting my back. “What if she is mad at me? I don’t know what I did” I told him. “Maybe it’s not something you did but who you are with” he suggested. “Grayson, you are my brother why would she be mad at that,” I asked him with a tude. “Not me, you fucking idiot. Emma” he said. “Why would she be jealous of Emma?” I asked. “Let’s see it’s a female who sees you way more than she does. All of the fans ship you and Emma with that ugly ass ship name because they don’t know about you and Y/N, not to mention you guys are kind of flirty in our videos” he explained. “That’s just how we are, it’s not serious. I love Y/N, not Emma” I told him. “Ethan, I know that. I have to listen to you complain about it every day, but she doesn’t see you, every day. It’s hard for her too, E” he told me. “I don’t know what to do Gray” I admitted. “She’s probably just asleep. If she doesn’t respond before class tomorrow, then you can worry” he negotiated, and I nodded. “I’m going to go play Fortnite and hope I can clear these thoughts up,” I told Grayson as I headed to my room. I started my game and before I knew it the clock read 4:13 am. I decided to get into bed and try to get some sleep. I tossed and turned for hours. It’s now 8 am and I didn’t sleep a wink. I got up and walked across the house. I found Grayson working out, imagine that. “Gray she never responded to me,” I said. “Me either but why are you out of bed before noon?” he questioned. “Is it out of bed if I never fell asleep?” I asked. “E” he sighed. “My mind wouldn’t shut off, Gray. I can’t lose her. I love her” I said pulling my hair through my fingers. “Go pack. I’m going to book you a flight while you pack. Go see her. The video for Tuesday is almost done and I can finish it. We can do something in New Jersey for next Tuesday. You just go get your girl, alright?” he said. God, I love this kid. “Thanks, Gray,” I said hugging him. “You’re welcome. I am the best twin ever, now go” he demanded. I went upstairs and packed. It was pretty last minute but if I forgot anything I could have Grayson bring it to New Jersey. I walked back downstairs around 8:45. “Ok, you have a flight at 10. I have printed off all of your information. If I were you I would have Y/N come to New Jersey with us for Thanksgiving later this week. You guys can meet Emma and me there” he explained. Emma was coming to New Jersey because her parents decided on a last-minute vacation but didn’t ask her to join so she didn’t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Grayson and I invited her to come to New Jersey with us. I ate a quick bowl of cereal then had Grayson drive me to the airport. We got to LAX about 10 minutes before my plane boarded. I got to my gate as soon as boarding started. I got on the plane and before I knew it I was in the air. I was so ready to surprise her. I need it. She needs it. We need it.

Before I knew it, we had made it to the next airport. I got off and headed straight to Y/N’s house. I had her address from sending her things in the mail. I went straight there hoping that she was home. I knocked but no one ever came. I decided that I would do what any good boyfriend would do. I would wait, at her doorstep for her to arrive.

Y/N’s POV

I decided to steal some of the school’s WiFi before I go back to my apartment. I went to the library grabbed one of the study cubicles and got to work. I had one last test before Thanksgiving break and then I was done. I was pretty confident, but it couldn’t hurt to refresh myself. I stayed in the cubicle for a couple hours just to ensure a good grade on this test. I packed up my things then took the 15-minute walk back to my apartment. I made my way up to my apartment where I saw a figure standing in front of a door. They must be waiting for maintenance, I thought. I kept walking until I realized the figure was in front of my apartment and he looked familiar. He looked like Ethan. I realized I never responded to any of them. I should do that when I get settled in. The closer I got the more I realized it was Ethan. “Ethan?” I asked. “Y/N!” he exclaimed while jumping up. We ran to each other. I dropped my backpack not caring about my laptop. I ran as fast as my feet would take me. It felt like it took forever but soon enough I was engulfed in his arms again. I buried my head into his chest. I took a deep breath trying to take everything in. Then I began crying. I pulled away from him and wiped my tears away. “Why are you crying, babe?” he asked. “I missed you so much and I am so glad you’re here” I explained. “Well, I’m here now, alright? No more tears” he said kissing my forehead. I unlocked my door then took us inside. My apartment was filled with pictures of Ethan and I. “I’m everywhere” he said. “Hey, it’s both of us and there’s some of Grayson too but when I don’t get the real thing I have to make do” I shrugged. “I know this is hard for you, it’s hard for me too” he sighed. “E?” I asked. “Yes, baby?” he said. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Well you wouldn’t answer Grayson or me, so I knew something was up. Even if you were mad at me you would respond to Grayson, at least. I was so scared something happened to you that I had to be here. Grayson found me a flight while I packed my stuff up then the next thing I knew, I was here” he explained. “I’m sorry for worrying you. After you declined my FaceTime I got upset so I took a bath then went to bed. Then I woke up late this morning, so I didn’t have time to respond before class then the building I was at didn’t have service. Then I went to the library and zoned out. I’m fine E. I didn’t mean to scare you” I sighed. “Why were you upset?” he asked. “I just missed you,” I said. “It’s more than that. You’re looking away from me which means you’re hiding something” he noticed. Damn, why did he know me so well? I stayed silent. “It’s Emma isn’t it?” he asked, and I nodded. “Grayson was right” he sighed. “What did Grayson say?” I asked. “He said that you might be jealous of Emma because she is with me a lot and we’re friends. That there are fans shipping her and I because they don’t know about us” he said. “And you guys get awful friendly in your collabs” I mentioned. His eyes dropped, and I prepared for the worst. He had cheated. “Y/N, baby girl, sweetheart, pumpkin, my princess. I know you are thinking the worst. You are thinking that I cheated on you but I didn’t. I would never. Emma and I are seriously just friends. You know my personality and that I’m very goofy which could be mistaken as flirty. I do not love Emma, I do not even look at Emma that way. There is only one girl I look at with all the love in my heart and that’s you” he said pulling his phone out. “Ethan, what are you doing?” I asked. “You’ll see” he smirked. A few seconds later my phone dinged. It was a notification: Ethan Dolan tagged you in a post. I shot him a look. What was he up to? I opened the app and saw a picture of Ethan and I from a few months ago. There was kind of a long caption. “Just an update on my life for you guys. Emma and I are NOT together. I am with this beautiful girl right here. Her name is Y/N and I love her with everything that I am. Not many people know that we have been together for the past year. She isn’t famous, and I was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle the hate so please treat my girl well, she has my heart. Don’t be the reason she breaks it”

“Ethan” I smiled as tears filled my eyes. “I love you so much. I know I didn’t ask, and I just did it, but it was the only way I could prove how much I loved you” he said pulling me into him. “You’re so extra babe” I giggled. “Can we snuggle for a little bit?” he asked, and I nodded. As we laid there I began to think. “E how long are you staying?” I asked. “Well it’s Monday and Thanksgiving is Thursday. My family’s Thanksgiving is Thursday at 4 which I really want you to come. I’ll buy your ticket, I just want you there. They miss you” he admits. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I see my family all the time” I giggled. “Oh, um I should probably tell you this” he started. “Tell me what?” I asked getting upset. “So, Grayson and I felt bad. You know how soft we are, Y/N even if we don’t act like. You can’t leave someone alone on Thanksgiving, right?” he smiled trying to guilt trip me. “E, what did you guys do?” I asked. “WeinvitedEmmatoNewJerseybecauseshedidn’thaveanywhereelsetogo” he said all in one breath. “So Emma is going to be at your family Thanksgiving?” I asked. “Um, yes?” he said unsure of what my reaction would be. “Good, I can tell her to stay the fuck off my man,” I said. “Babe, she’s not after me” he pleaded. “Bullshit E. Open your eyes when you watch your videos. She is all over you! Not Grayson but you! She knows about me, right?” I asked. “Well of course. I talk about you all of the time, ask Gray” he said. “She clearly doesn’t get the hint then, Ethan” I scowled. “Babe, we only get to see each other for a few days let’s not spend it arguing” he pleaded. “E, I don’t want to fight but I haven’t seen you in months, then there’s some YouTuber I have never met all of over you, your fans ship you guys together like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. How am I supposed to feel?” I asked with tears pricking my eyes. “Y/N, don’t cry. We both know I can’t handle your tears, babe” he says softly. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, E” I admitted even if I didn’t want to. “Y/N, I just told everyone, don’t say that” he begged. “Ethan, I have seen you maybe four or five weeks of the over 52 we have been together. This destroys me. I miss you more every day. I watch your videos to support you and Gray, obviously but so I can hear your voice and your laugh so I can see you smile. Yes, we talk all the time but college is so much plus having a famous boyfriend who lives states away. I can’t keep doing this, E. I love you, this has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t love you. I love you more than anything but loving you is killing me” I sobbed as my head fell into his chest. “Move in with Grayson and me” he suggested. “Ethan that’s crazy,” I said looking up from his chest with tear-stained cheeks. “I cannot let you go. You have made me a better person, Y/N. Not to mention, I love you. Everything I said in that Instagram post was true. You have my heart; baby girl and I can’t be without you anymore. A year is long enough” he explained. “Ethan, what about school, my family, my friends, but again most importantly school?” I asked. “UCLA?” he said in a duh tone. “I won’t get into UCLA” I shot back. “Actually, I already applied for you because I was going to ask if you wanted to move in with Gray and I after Christmas?” he smiled trying to read my reaction. “Did I get in?” I asked worriedly. “OF COURSE, YOU GOT IN. YOU ARE THE SMARTEST GIRL I KNOW” he exclaimed. “I’m mad at you” I whispered. “For what?” he asked. “Going behind my back and applying at UCLA” I explained. “Well, you should be mad at your mom too because she was the one who suggested it and told me all the information I needed that I didn’t have” he admitted. “You went through all of that just, so we could be together?” I asked, and he nodded. “Ethan Grant, you are an idiot and you’re sneaky, but I don’t know what I’d do without you” I smiled. “My parents are ok with me transferring?” I asked him. “They told me that they trust me to take care of you and that you’ll be much happier being with me then stuck here” he explained, and he was right. “Are you going to move in with us?” he asked. “I don’t know, E. It’s a lot all at once” I answered. “Take your time. You have a couple weeks before anything needs decided” he told me as I snuggled into his chest. If I wanted to be happy I knew that LA with him and Gray would be the best thing. He’s everything to me but what if we break up. I’ll have to move back home and that’s scary too. I love him, but I’m scared.

It’s Wednesday afternoon and we’re flying to New Jersey. These past couples of days with Ethan have been so nice. I only had one class yesterday and once I was done with my test I could leave. I was back before Ethan even got up for the day. Grayson and Emma’s flight got in 10 minutes after Ethan and I’s did so we decided to wait for them. We could hear Y/Ship/N being chanted but we just decided to ignore it waiting for Gray and Emma. Soon enough their plane landed, and we were met with Grayson’s big smile and Emma being Emma. “Hey, Y/N. How are you?” Gray asked wrapping me in a hug. “Good, how was your flight?” I asked. “Not bad” he smiled then I looked at Emma. “Y/N, this is Emma. Emma, this is Y/N” Grayson said while Ethan stood there awkwardly. “Hey, E has told me a lot about you,” Emma said, and I smiled. “Yeah, you too” I lied not wanting to make her feel bad. We started walking out the airport hearing. “Why is Emma here?” “Is Emma dating Grayson then?” “Gremma” “Ethma” “Y/Ship/Name” then the farther we got the worse it got. “Emma shouldn’t even be here. Flirting with Ethan when he has a girlfriend” “Boo Emma” “Emma should go back to LA” “No one likes Emma” “Fuck you, Emma”

I looked at Ethan and he was angry. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were narrowed. I squeezed his hand trying to make him feel better, but it didn’t work. Shortly after hearing more mean things he let go of my hand and stormed in front of us. I just let him go. I waited for Emma and Grayson to catch up so I could walk with them. “Why aren’t you walking with Ethan?” he asked. “That’s a good question” I answered. “What happened?” Emma asked. “I think he got mad at all of the fans being mean to Emma. I squeezed hand trying to get him to calm down, but he just got mad and stormed off” I explained. “He’s such an ass sometimes” Grayson muttered.

We walked to the waiting area by the door, waiting for Lisa and Sean to pick us up. Ethan was outside in the cold. “E, wait inside with us” I yelled and he ignored me. “Whatever, freeze. See if I care” I yelled staying inside with Gray and Emma. “I’m sorry, he’s being like this” Grayson apologized. “it’s fine, he will get over it,” I said. “I don’t know why he is so upset. I get hate all the time, this is mild” Emma explained. “It’s Ethan, who knows” I mumbled. “My parents just pulled up,” Gray said. We put our stuff in the trunk as Ethan had already put his things up then got in the car. “I’ll sit in the back with Gray” I said and they both nodded. The whole ride back to the Dolan’s was damn near silent other than the few questions Lisa and Sean asked us. Ethan never answering any of them. Ethan shot out of the car and headed up to his room. “What’s wrong with your brother, Gray?” Lisa asked. “Honestly, I don’t know” he answered. “Y/N, do you know?” Sean asked. “Not really. Shortly after we got to the airport he got into this mood” I said, and they nodded not asking any further. I put my things in Ethan’s room. He was sat on his bed and his back to the door. I dropped my stuff off and headed back downstairs letting him make his own decisions. “He still being a pain?” Emma asked. “Yeah, he will calm down eventually. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, he will talk eventually about what’s bothering him” I explained.

Emma, Grayson, and I sat watching Christmas movies. We were watching Home Alone. We had already watched Elf and The Grinch. Ethan came downstairs to get a drink and didn’t say anything to anyone. He went back up to his room. “What is his deal?” Grayson asked. “I don’t know” I muttered not pushing it. “I’ll go talk to him,” Grayson said getting up from the couch and pausing the movie.

Grayson’s POV Sometimes Ethan confuses the hell out of me. This being one of those times. I barge into his room not caring that I didn’t knock. “You could knock” he scoffed. “You could not be a dick,” I said back. “Your girlfriend is hanging out with Emma and me because you are ignoring her. For what reason Ethan? What has got you so pissed off you are ignoring everyone when it’s the day before Thanksgiving? Shouldn’t you be I don’t know, THANKFUL” I yelled at him. “Y/N is making everyone hate Emma. Look at twitter everyone is telling Emma she’s ugly and to leave us alone because they know I’m with Y/N. It’s not fair” he said. “Ok, so you are pissed at the fans but taking it out on Y/N. Do you realize how fucking stupid you sound?” I asked. “She was the one that was jealous of Emma” he shot back. “Ethan, you fucking idiot. She is your girlfriend and barely gets to see you where Emma sees you all the time. I would be jealous too” I explained to him. “I see you all of the time and she isn’t mad about you” he sassed. “I am your brother, your TWIN brother so there’s no way I am going to be able to take you from Y/N. We share our time with you, it’s different, Ethan. And if you’re too ignorant to figure that out maybe you should break up with Y/N and be with Emma if that’s what you want” I yelled. “No, it’s not. I love Y/N, but I care about Emma. I don’t want her getting hate because of Y/N and I being together. It’s not fair to Emma” he said. “Ok well, it’s not fair to any of us when you ignore us when you are mad at the fans. Tweet something and tell them to be nice to Y/N and Emma. It’s not that hard, E. You are just so damn stubborn that you don’t think about things” I said, and he sighed knowing he had fucked up. “I’m going downstairs and sending Y/N up here. You better apologize, you asshole” I said. “I will, thanks Gray,” he said. I walked to the living room and looked at Y/N. “I calmed him down, go to talk to him,” I said, and she nodded.

Y/N’s POV

I walked into Ethan’s room slowly. “I’m sorry” he started. ‘I was mad at you when I should be mad at myself. I was the one who hid you from the fans for so long now they are mad not only that I hid it but because I’m not with Emma. I blamed you for everyone being mean to Emma when it’s my fault. I guess because we argued about Emma and I’s friendship that it was an easy way to escape my guilt. I’m so sorry for being a stubborn asshole. I’m going to tweet and clear everything up. I hope you still love me” he apologized keeping his head down scared to look at me. “I do still love you Ethan, but you need to talk to me instead of getting mad about things. I don’t want people being mean to Emma, either. If you weren’t up here wallowing in self-pity you would see that I don’t really mind her” I explained to him. “I’m so sorry that I ruined Thanksgiving” he sighed pulling his hands through his hair. I grabbed his cheeks making him look at me. “You didn’t ruin anything, E. Now clear things up and you can join the rest of us downstairs,” I said kissing his forehead and running my hand through his hair. He grabbed his phone and opened the Twitter app. He tweeted, “Hey guys. We saw some of you at the airport. A lot of you had nice things to say and some didn’t. I know you are upset that I didn’t tell you about Y/N sooner. I had a good reason for that. Therefore, a lot of you thought I was with Emma. I’m sorry for the confusion. Emma is one of my best friends and Y/N is my girlfriend. I love and care for both of them in different ways so please don’t send hate to either of them. Thanks. -E”

“There hopefully things get better” he smiled. “You tried, E and that’s all that matters,” I said. “I do love you, Y/N. I don’t want Emma. I want you and I still want you to come to LA” he admitted. “I love you too, E” I smirked while leaning into his lips. Smiling into it I kiss him. Before I knew it, he had flipped us onto the bed. “Ethan” I yelled while he flipped us over. I was lying on my back and he was hovering over me. “Are you going to move to LA and live with Gray and me?” he asked wanting an answer. “Yes, E. I’ll move to LA with you and Gray as long as you get off of me, so we can downstairs,” I said. “Fuck yeah,” he said jumping up. “You’re an idiot” I giggled. “But I’m your idiot” he winked. “Yes, I suppose you are,” I said as I shook my head as we headed back to the living room. Ethan Grant Dolan, you are an idiot, you are the most stubborn person I have ever met, but you complete me.

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georgeinamerc · 2 years

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okay im sending this ask using airport wifi so if it makes it to you its a god damn miracle

as of rn I have made it to my first airport! I am traveling because South = warm = better mental health and also I want to see family and also i need to get out of my parents house if I'm going to have a chance of succeeding in school so its kinda work kinda vaca?? I won't have to do any work work for the next couple months so thats nice, but also I wont make money, which is less nice

also im planning on retaking GREs and then applying everywhere so like...theres a chance I hear if I can go back to scotland or not

and trust me. you will know. you *will* know the very SECOND i find out im gonna be on here and it will either be a happy cry or a very very very very very upset cry, no inbetween

but anyway hows youuuu (im sorry your day sucked - i think was yesterday? or the day before?? or both days perhaps but I was thinking of you and sending you positive vibez so i hope that helped lol)

-jc

AWW STH ABOUT U THINKING OF ME AT AN AIRPORT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3 THANK YOU💖

OH MY GOD FIRST AIRPORT? Did you get on like 2 planes? I forget how big US is LMAO💀💀

OH OH GREAT!! I hope u have an amazing time there then!! ALSO wanting to get out of your parent's house is SO SO valid and i feel u deeply 😖😖 i've probably told u before but i'm planning on leaving too at some point if we find an apartment (but i'll be like 30 minutes away from home, nothing crazy so ig different situation from yours).

Would you like to tell me more about GREs? I don't know much about your education system and it confuses me a lot tbh. BUT HONESTLY SCOTLAND SOUNDS DREAMY and you've been there again if i remember correctly right? GOOD LUCK I HOPE EVERYTHING GOES WELL MWAHH😙😙

IT WILL BE AN ABSOLUTE PLEASURE TO BE "NEXT TO YOU" DURING SUCH IMPORTANT MOMENTS, thank you very much for wanting to share it w me ^_^ I will be waiting to hear the news💖💞💞

It was 2 days ago, but thank u!! I had another frustrating moment at the hair salon today too but i came back, studied a bit of sociology (and specifically criminology my beloved🥰🥰) and now i have an actual class in sociology but i'm not really paying attention bc we're doing what i just studied LMAOO

SENDING MANY HUGS<33

#jc💙

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sheerhope · 6 years

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May 23, 2018

Hi I’ve neglected my journaling duties as foreseen. I’m taking this time while my bf sleeps to catch up a bit.

Alright so my flight from NYC to LHR was delayed because some brickhead thought he could cop a free international flight with no ticket and they needed to dump all the bags out of the plane to get his out.

Flight was as good as it possibly could have been. I traded my comfy aisle seat for a cramped window so an older man could sit with his wife. I could barely sleep. Half due to excitement, half due to cramped plane with awkward sleeping positions. i kinda took half an hour nap intervals constantly texting my boyfriend “am i there yet” knowing damn well I wasn’t.

Once I touched down the WiFi shut off and I no longer had cell service, so I was SOL on contacting anyone until i hit the worlds longest security line. My period was at its peak and i hat to poop like crazy. like were talking every step felt painful nearly. i was an idiot for not pooping on the plane but it scared me.

I finally get to the end of the line and I get directed to an older guy who seemed nice and i handed him my blue border card. I talk to him for a bit and he looks at my card and he says “why is your nationality white” and I’m just used to the uneducated US way of things by lumping “nationality” and “race” as the same thing. I try to justify it by saying that and hes like “yall do that there?” and i’m like “yeah” and he makes me change it to american. I’m convinced at this point he hates my existence and even threatened to put me back in the line at one point. I just tried to stay calm and respectful. I wanted to just be with my boyfriend and poop. Once he approves it all, I leave and once I see him i just kinda broke down about it bc it throughly frazzled me. I thought I was going to be denied entry because i didn’t know the fucking difference between “nationality” and “race”.

We took a bus to meet his deaf grandad to get fish and chips and we took them home and I met his grandmother. They're all incredibly sweet. The grandma is loud and excitable and is hellbent on embarrassing my bf by showing baby pictures. The grandad is obsessed with trains and his garden. They asked me about flowers in PA and i had no fucking clue how to respond lmao. I told them how to make southern brewed sweet tea and they were horrified lol.

They drove us back to the tube to check in at our hotel. This place might have been the most fancy joint I’ve ever been in. We had a doorman with a tophat, everyone pretty much had a french accent, the entrance was covered in flowers. It was stunning. BF and I ran out for nandows with a few friends, had a ton of laughs. He had “chips” and i thought when he said that he meant potato chips and i was like “ewh why” and then when he got his fries it hit me like a pile of bricks and i felt dumb.

We all went out to a pub and chatted and I had a half pint of cider and I LOVED it. Its like apple cider. might have been slightly tipsy after that but alright to get back to the hotel and cuddle my mans.

Good day by the end of it, 10/10

#uk trip #journal #personal

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punkinvsblogging · 6 years

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Hi. One time I flew from Beijing to Shanghai to see Fall Out Boy and then flew back hours later.

Then I went straight to work. D:

This was my first time traveling in China completely alone. It was pretty neat. I felt like a real grown-up lol

The goals were (chronologically):

1. Taco Bell

2. Fall Out Boy

and I achieved both! :D YAY I DID IT. I DID A THING. TWO THINGS.

In the cab from the hotel, looking for the Taco Bell, I saw this thing:

I was like, “Hey, what’s that thing?” and the driver was like, “Dongfangmingzhu(??).” I kinda? recognized it, and was like, “That must be important. I’ll look that up later,” and then I didn’t because taco distractions and Fall Out Boy.

Also, he said my Chinese was good, and I was like heeeeeeeee. :3

Yooooo I’m getting close!

Found it!

Chicken quesadillas, I missed you so much. :’o

They played Remember Me from Coco when I was in there. I was feeling it.

I wanted to try other stuff, but I got full. :( I’m getting kinda sad now just thinking about that food lol I need to go back to Shanghai soon!

While I was smashing them fries, my friend messaged me on WeChat: “这是上海的地标。The Oriental Pearl TV Tower. The symbol of Shanghai.”

Neat.

I decided that it probably costed money to go look at, so after food, I walked right on past it to find something else to do for a while.

One goal down, hours before the show. The venue was pretty close, so I was gonna just explore the area until about an hour before.

I came back to the area I walked past the first time, and just walked in?? It was free! Neat. It was also the entrance to “The Oriental Pearl TV Tower. The symbol of Shanghai.” Double neat. I didn’t go up to the top because that DID cost money, and I didn’t know how long it would take or how much it would cost blah blah. But I did walk hurriedly around a museum and bought some post cards and dumb stuff for some people back in Beijing. Look at this baby:

So yeah. Then I Didi’d to the venue for goal number 2!

I got in and IMMEDIATELY started buying merch. Very glad I did because a lot of it was already gone. :( I bought almost everything there. :( The one guy there that spoke English was like, “Wow you must really like this band,” and I was like, “I’ve been listening to this band for 15 years. GIVE ME ALL THE THINGS.”

OMG! :D

I sat next to this 16(?) year-old girl and her dad(?) from Mexico. They’d been living in China for 5(?) years-ish. I don’t remember much else from that conversation other than the part where she shared her M&M’s with me. So sweet. D: Also she gave me this purple thingie because she had an extra:

I wonder whose job it was to cut all those out? And I wonder if they were all on a big purple sheet of paper? Because I want that?

Anyway, I went out and paid like FIFTEEN KUAI FOR A CUP OF WATER (that I kicked over probably during HOLD ME TIGHT, OR DON’T bc I was getting down to that, for real), and then!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t have a lot of pictures because when I WAS using my phone, I was texting and sending videos to my bff @llamac0rn , saying emo dumb stuff because Fall Out Boy and emotions were happening.

I was so close, y’all omg. I never thought I’d be that close to Fall Out Boy? In my life? It was so weird. Like...being a teenager(?) and watching the Dance, Dance video on tv after school, seeing their interviews, always seeing them through a screen, and then just SEEING THEM. RIGHT THERE. THEIR FACES. REAL PEOPLE. Did y’all know the Fall Out Boys are real? I didn't.

Yeah.

After it was over, everyone was doing the thing where you don’t leave because you just can’t, okay? You just can’t. But then all the security was like GTFO, so we did, and on the way out I saw this girl:

I was like, “Yo, same!”

Outside, there were two guys selling knock-off Fall Out Boy shirts, and of course I bought them lol I mean maybe they weren’t knockoffs? I’m just assuming they were because each shirt that was being sold at the show was at least 200 kuai, and those dudes were selling shirts for 50. I think I bought three? lol I spent so much money that day, y’all. I don’t even feel bad. I deserved it, okay? oKAY?

After spending all that money, I went and spent more money at a convenience store because I didn’t know if I’d be hungry later (for chocolate) when I got back to the hotel. Some teenage foreigners were in there acting like asses because I guess...teenagers act like asses? Often? I’m pretty sure I did too. Anyway, the poor workers. :( I guess I gave them a nice distraction when I asked them (in Chinese) for a bag and where I could call a cab. She said my Chinese was better than hers lol. Joke’s on her, I could only understand half of what she was saying. :’D

I went outside and called the hotel and asked for the address to put into Didi, and they were like !!!!!!!ENGLISH!!!!!!! and hung up on me. Then I called back like, “Hi. It’s me again. I’m still on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Help?” And they were like, “Uh? Wifi? Password is!!!!.....Sorry I can not speak English.”

Good thing the room key had the address on it. :)

On the way back to the hotel, I clearly saw a full moon and a clear sky for the first time in a very long time. I was kinda sad to go back to Beijing, but I enjoyed my few hours in Shanghai. I was having one of my worst weeks in China up until I got on the plane there. One of the best days of my life so far. Reasons to stay alive, for sure.

Thanks, Fall Out Boy.

2018年 5月 2号

#fall out boy #mania tour #shanghai #beijing #china #travel china #expat #langblr

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nurseglobetrotter · 5 years

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Excuse me ma’am, have you seen my kahunas?

Keeping those bold backpacker qualities at home

First blog post in a while. I’ve been working on my masters thesis which has kept me busy and unfortunately free of wandering this great world, so my laptop is not a place of pleasure lately. Summer is here and I have a great topic I think some of you could relate to. Or maybe it’s just me, we’ll see! It sure is nice to be back to writing for pleasure for a while.

Do you ever find that the boldness you experience when you’re travelling solo goes away when you get home? I frequently have people come to me and ask how I travelled alone. Was I scared? How did I meet people? I sometimes surprise myself when I think of all of the wonderful friends (seriously, some of my very best friends) that I have met while abroad. I am a relatively outgoing person and I’m not afraid to approach someone and make a conversation so my friends often think their solo travel experiences would be different. Not true. Something comes over you when you’re on your own in that hostel, on that day tour, on that trek, that you just makes you bolder. It makes you step out of your comfort zone and unafraid of approaching people, trying new foods, taking a dance class, etc. I also find that if I am somewhere that perhaps doesn’t have a crowd my age, or maybe just isn’t touristy at that very time I am just so happy in my own company. I frequently will sit at the bar for a night cap, go out for a nice dinner, or go see a live band on my own and be perfectly content.

Yet here at home if I wanted to go for a drink and my friend couldn’t come, I just didn’t go. I wouldn’t be upset, I just thought “meh, night in instead. Maybe we can go out tomorrow”. Why is that? Do any of my fellow nomads feel that they are less (pardon my French here) “Ballsy” when you’re back at home? I’ve been struggling a lot with that lately. When I am on the road I am the absolute best version of myself. The makeup is off and with that so is the need to feel approved, the need to have company, the worries of how I look. I can sit at a bar for hours chatting to the bartender or simply reading a book if they are busy or there is a language barrier. I’ve approached groups of girls dancing and asked if I can join the party. I’ve had candlelit sunset dinners on the beaches of Bali alone. No phone, no wifi. Just me and myself and the sun on the beach. I’ve hitchhiked with a stranger in New Zealand for cryin out loud. No fear, no judgement. But once I have roots planted in come the fears and insecurities again. “I don’t want people to feel sorry for me” “Everyone is here with someone else but me” “Thats something you do in groups, not alone”. Don’t get me wrong, I think I do pretty darn well by comparison to a lot of women my age. I will go to the odd movie alone, occasionally get a table for one at restaurant, and I have lived totally on my own for over a decade, hundreds to thousands and at times hundreds of thousands of km away from family. I date if they enhance my already happy life, not because I NEED them to feel enhanced. I consider myself a very strong independent woman. But lately, I think because I’ve been in Calgary for so long without a solo trip due of my studies, I’ve been so disappointed in how much I’m requiring friends to do things I should be just doing alone. I spend a lot of time on my own which I have always loved, but I do things that are “socially acceptable” for someone to do alone. When I travel I do things that I wouldn’t dare do on my own here. Ie, go to bars or nightclubs, go dancing, explore a museum, take a tour. Where did this girl come from?! Where did that hitchhiking, globe trotting, solo dancing, plane jumping, adventure seeking, bartender chatting, coin flipping to pick a destination girl go? Am I a different person when I plant roots? If that’s the case COUNT ME OUT fixed address. I had to sit down and think about that for a while. What I’ve realized is in fact she’s not gone. She’s in there. You can be your nomad self at home. Those aren’t two different people, that’s you! You’re just too afraid to let her shine. That person doesn’t need to go away. So I’ve made a pact with myself to do things I do when I travel while in my home life. I’ve been going to pubs and enjoy a pint a few times a week. Sometimes I’m not the only one alone, usually I am, but I just don’t care. I also signed up for river surfing lessons to take up a new hobby. My best friend couldn’t join but this time it’s not stopping me. BTW – river surfing is a Calgary thing. No oceans but a super active city so people surf on the wakes in the river. It is similar to wake surfing on a boat, minus the boat. It sounds douchy but I swear it is AWESOME!

I desperately wanted to leave town for the Calgary Stampede this year and all of my friends seemed to be booked doing other things. I didn’t let that stop me. I took my dog, packed up the Subaru and went on a camping week in Tofino, BC. Honestly guys, greatest thing I could have done – for both of us. Our campsite was right on the beach. Every morning we paddleboarded the Pacific Ocean, at lunch he’d watch me surf from shore and then we’d go into town and try a local pub or restaurant, and at night we’d light a fire and eat fish and chips on the beach. I remember sitting in front of our fire, reading my book with my best bud at my side after a good conversation with other campers and thinking how blissfully happy I was. “There she is”, I thought.

So in case any of my fellow nomad, globetrotting, independent, hippie dippy friends out there are feeling the same way at home I just want to tell you that a. you’re not alone. And b. BREAK THAT FUNK! If you’re in a place where you can’t travel (in my case, going back to school and saving money for my next adventure) try and make your home your adventure as best as you can. Be the tourist in your own town. Be the girl or guy you were on the road. Try that new restaurant or pub, go on that tour, take that lesson. Get your backpack out and take a mini weekend somewhere close. You don’t have to leave your travel self behind. That person is in there, let them shine.

Candy

#solotravel backpacker

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excellentadventure2 · 7 years

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Feb. 25-March 9: Selling Bilbo and Flying Home

Panama Part Two: David.

If you'll remember last week that Danielle and I were in Panama City and, once again, debating our options on what to do with ourselves and Bilbo. Our choice of options had been narrowed down due to the fact Bilbo wasn't allowed back into Costa Rica because of me cancelling the Temporary Import Permit as opposed to leaving it open. Thus, we were left with the option of storing the vehicle in Panama, or selling the vehicle.

One thing I forgot to mention in the last blog was that for a couple days we had actually left Panama City and drove a bit North into the 'burbs to stay in a couple's Airbnb for far cheaper than staying in Panama City. While we were there we didn't due too much aside from work on our computers. Notably, however, we gave ourselves a timeline and added a lot more stress to our lives by booking plane tickets out of Panama City for the 8th back home to Victoria, BC.

Anyway, with no option of driving out of Costa Rica in the next three month and plane tickets booked home with no cancellation insurance we needed to figure something out yesterday. We'd heard the best place to store a vehicle was at the Aduana in David, and so I posted a for sale ad up on the web and we headed to David.

I'd had a bite on the ad from some American Expat in David so I messaged him saying that we were coming his way and planned to meet up. I'm not going to go into every little detail that transpired between us but after three full days of frigging around with him, customs workers, and importers, he essentially backed out of the sale. It was very frustrating to waste a few days with this guy leading me on and running me around the David area, but little did I know how frustrating it was to become.

So, with the American expat backing out, I had to find someone else to buy Bilbo. Thus, I threw an ad up on a Panamanian classifieds site, encuentra24.com, with an incredibly low asking price of USD$1500. I got quite a few hits from the ad but one response in particular I followed through with.

But let's back up a bit. As you know, Bilbo was a Canadian vehicle, registered in Canada. This meaning that for me to legally sell him in Panama, meant the buyer, in order to legally purchase the vehicle and to insure it, would need to import Bilbo to Panama. Now, I'd done some research as well as, at this point, after frigging around with the American, found that the total import fees would be in the area of USD$1500. So quite a bit of money, but all things considered, still a damn good deal for Bilbo. I should note that in my ad I did mention this detail about the importing.

Now, back to the story. I had a message, I'm not sure if on encuentra24 or on Facebook, from a Dutch guy who's father-in-law lived at hour from David in Boquette. I can't exactly remember his name but I think the Dutch guy's name was Mark, so we'll call him that. Anyway, Mark's father-in-law owned a coffee farm and was looking for a vehicle suitable for moving coffee beans around to replace his rusted out Landcruiser. So, Mark's father-in-law, Fernandino, came, with his wife, to our hotel and checked out Bilbo. Oh, and neither of them spoke any English. After checking it out for a couple minutes, Mark called me over wifi and, through his wife, translated what Fernandino had to say: he was interested in the vehicle but could only offer USD$800. Fine, whatever I'm desperate here and don't care, let's make it happen.

Now Mark assured me that Fernandino had done his research and knew how to get the vehicle out of my name and into his. He also assured me that he could do all of this up in Boquette, despite me reading online that the transfer must be done at a customs office (Aduana). What I had read was this: for me to sell my foreign vehicle to a Panamanian I had to get a notarized bill of sale, and give that, plus the registration, plus the vehicle import permit, to the Aduana, whereby they stamp my passport saying the vehicle is no longer mine, and they take possession of it. Once that's been done, the buyer must then complete the importation process through a customs broker, and then pay the importation fee and take possession of the vehicle. However, the seller of the vehicle does not have to be involved once their passport has been stamped. This entire process should take only one day and be fairly simple – if only that had been the case. Regardless, we arranged that I would meet Fernandino in Boquette the next day and we'd complete the sale.

The next day Danielle and I drove to Boquette with plans of selling the vehicle and busing back down together. We arrived and found Fernandino. He took us to a Municiple office where we spent about 30 minutes talking to a lady who had no idea what she was doing and was in no way involved with customs. I'm still not sure what she was and I don't know why we went there, but from there we followed Fernandino to a random hardware store (I don't know why). At the hardware store I was able to find someone fluent in both Spanish and English who translated for me what I believed we had to be doing. That didn't get us very far until we were able to get a hold of Mark on the phone. Mark told me that Fernandino wanted to go talk to a customs broker so we were to go there. Okay, sure. We then came to find that she wasn't located in Boquette town centre, but instead a few minutes away. This was a problem given Bilbo only had two seats and therefore Danielle took the bus alone back to David and Fernandino and I headed to the customs broker's.

We arrived at a some lady's house who sat us in the kitchen and started asking me (in Spanish) if I had some form, showing me an example. I told her no, because I'd never seen that form before. After many minutes of trying to communicate this, she called someone on her phone who could translate. I told the mystery phone lady I didn't have the form (I still don't know exactly what the form was but I think they thought the vehicle was Costa Rican or Panamanian or something). Eventually the custom broker's son showed up and helped me translate. For some reason they then had a moment of clarity and took some copies of Bilbo's documents from me and sent Fernandino and me on our way to David to the Aduana. Before I left, the customs broker told me to make sure Fernandino payed me before I signed over anything at the Aduana.

We then began heading to David, with it already approaching mid-day. However, Fernandino took me (by means of point when to turn right or left) to his mother's house to have lunch and give me some coffee. This took probably 45 minutes.

We then reached the Aduana where no one on this day spoke English. What a mess this became. I'm not sure why, but instead of just doing the signing they sent us to some municipal building. Fernandino spoke to someone there, and then we went a block over to some random office (non-governmental) where some lady asked to look at my forms. From there we went to the notary (finally we're getting somewhere).

At the notary we were supposed to have some kind of appointment that Fernandino's wife, who met us there, had arraigned. However, the lady was very late, and when she finally did show up wouldn't notarize the form. I'm not sure why she was refusing (again she didn't speak English). Then, Fernandino was finally able to get a hold of Mark on his cell phone (which he didn't know how to use). I explained to Mark what was happening and he got his wife to talk to Fernandino. I'm not sure what was said, but we left that particular lady's office and went to the main desk where promptly we were able to get a bill of sale notarized and signed by all parties.

At this point I thought we were finally getting close but the day was running short and the Aduana was to close at 4 and it was getting close to that. On the phone at the notary, Mark had told me that once we had a bill of sale notarized we would head to the bank and Fernandino would pay me. So we headed to the bank and found a huge line up running outside the building. There were a couple ATMs in front of the building but apparently Fernandino wouldn't or couldn't use them so had to wait in line. By the time he got out of the building, it was well past four.

Fernandino insisted we drive back to the Aduana, which, of course, was closed and it was a Friday. We got a hold of Mark and explained the situation. We arranged to meet at the hotel on Monday morning at 9:00 and then we'd head to the Aduana and get it sold.

I drove back to the hotel to find Danielle. Danielle explained that on the bus she'd been harrassed by some creepy dude who kept touching her leg and trying to see her phone as well as tell her that he loved her. Once she finally got to David she booked it off the bus as the guy tried to follow her. She hailed a cab and luckily made it to the hotel without problem. A shitty day for the both of us but at least Fernandino and his wife offered to take us to dinner at a small soda where we got fried chicken. Fernandino ate everything, bones and all. It was somewhat awkward as we could only communicate in broken Spanish on our end and very broken English on Fernadino's wife's end but whatever.

When Monday March 6th (I've lost count and honestly think the day-count has been wrong for some time now) arrived, 9:00 came and went with no Fernandino. I got a hold of Mark and apparently Fernadino had gone straight to the Aduana – are you kidding me? I booked it to the Aduana to find him and we once again spoke to the lady who didn't speak English. I finally thought we were going to be finished but instead no, we had to run around David again for another entire day. Honestly the details are fuzzy but we once again drove to multiple places frigging around unnecessarily for god knows what reason. Here's a few of the stops I can remember:

One was a random guy's place out in the ghetto. I have no idea why we went here. Fernandino just yapped to some guy for a bit and then we left. What the hell?

Another stop we made, that was apparently actually a necessary one was to go back to the municipal office I'd visited on Friday to get what I believe was essentially another Bill of Sale. This, of course, took a bit of time as no one really knew what they were doing.

Perhaps the most frustrating stop was the police station where apparently the vehicle needed to get inspected. This is where I knew something was very wrong and I was indeed wasting my time as there was no reason I needed to get the vehicle inspected. I knew that the Aduana lady had sent Fernandino here because he'd need it inspected to get it registered in Panama, but I didn't need to be involved with this process. The police officers told Fernandino that they only do inspections on Thursdays and he'd have to come back then. Of course they didn't speak English. I was finally able to get Fernandino to leave and I demanded we drive back to the Aduana.

Back at the Aduana a miracle happened. As I and Fernandino sat in the office wasting time as the lady and him fussed over what to do and I became increasingly frustrated. I noticed a white guy looking a bit pissed off waiting there beside me. I asked him if he spoke English and he did. I then asked if he would be able to translate for me and he said yes. Through the Coloradan I was basically able to tell the Aduana lady what needed to happen and how to do her job. Apparently this is all she needed and all of a sudden my passport was stamped. Finally Fernandino payed me the USD$800 and I was free. I chatted a bit with the Coloradan and thanked him profusely. I then booked it out of there and tried to get back to the hotel as fast as my legs would take me because it was 13:47 and check-out at our hotel was at 14:00. I jogged back to the hotel to find that Danielle had already checked out of the hotel and all our stuff and her were waiting in the lobby.

From the hotel (which we'd stayed at for many many days), we got a cab to the bus terminal to make the long journey to Panama City. Before we continue the story I should mention that while in David, when we weren't frigging around with the American or Fernandino, we did a tonne of computer work, walked around quite a bit, saw The Great Wall and Logan in the theatre (we actually saw three movies while in Panama including John Wick 2 while in Panama City), and on one of our very last days in David, drove a bit out of town to spend a day at the beach.

Anyway, we arrived at the bus terminal with our two large backpacks, our two small backpacks, the Pelican case we'd had on the roof, and a snowboard bag stuffed with the traction pads plus a bunch of stuff that didn't fit elsewhere. As we were just loading stuff onto the bus, the latter bad ripped completely. Thinking quickly I used two bike lock chain things to wrap around what was left and try to seal it up – surprisingly I don't think I lost a thing.

After many hours (and many Spanish-dubbed movies) later, we arrived in Panama City at around midnight. From there we caught a cab back to La Cresta Inn (where else?) where we stayed from the night of the 6th, to the early morning of the 8th. Early the 8th we grabbed breakfast and caught the hotel's airport shuttle to Tocumen International Airport. We arrived early and got in line before our check in was even open yet. I'd done the math and for all our extra bags and oversized/overweight ones, we were looking at spending +USD$400 to bring it all home. Luckily however, the guy checking us in either didn't care or didn't know and it only cost us USD$80 to bring all our stuff home. We were stoked.

After a few hour layover in Miami, we arrived in Seattle quite late at night. Luckily we didn't have to recheck our baggage and so we left Sea-Tac in the frozen night and got some sleep at a nearby airport hotel. The next day, March 9th, 2017, after almost exactly six months on the road, Danielle and I touched down in Victoria International Airport to be picked up by Danielle's mother and grandparents. As we drove home it snowed.

Okay so as for the photos. Because of all the frustration and confusion that surrounded this period of time I actually took zero photos with my camera. I did, however, take a few with my phone which I will attach below. The first of which are ones I forgot to add last post and are actually from Panama City.

#Rob Wilson #Photography #Travel #Adventure #Overlanding #Panama #Canada #David #Panama City #Victoria #2017

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lolbtsaus · 7 years

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Long Distance with Taehyung

Before I start this, I wanna say a huge huge huge thank you for 4,300 followers, that feels so weird to type I literally had to pause and check the follower count bc I was like wait do I actually have 4k I thought it was 2 for a second bc I was like there’s not way it’s 4 so thank you all so so much, it means so much to me!!! And now it is time for the second member of the maknae line, the second half of the Daegu line, the other half of Vmon, the love of my life who looked so fucking good in the recent airport photos like the necklace !!!!! also that lil sun “tattoo” (idk if it’s real, a lot of people were saying it’s henna either one is fine with me) looked so nice, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae

So this series is gonna be about a long distance relationship (ldr for short) with the boys

This is gonna involve single father!Tae (for all of the father related posts, click here) which is basically about Tae having a kid (a son) prior to your relationship with him, his post involved idol couple!Tae (here)

We all know how much Tae loves his family and how much he'd love his own bby son, he is such father material as is so the moment he holds that bby in his arms, he’s gonna be wrapped around his lil itty bitty finger (plz just imagine Tae’s hands compared to a newborn’s for a second and cry with me)

Leaving his bby boy behind is not gonna happen for the first year or two bc for the first year of his life, he’s a single father and obviously, if he’s doing press the other boys are most likely doing it as well so his parents have to watch bby bub and he just doesn’t like leaving him

Tae’s a very hands on parent, he likes being there for the lil moments like bby boy’s babbling or bby boy discovering he has toes or fingers or that the baby in the mirror is h i m, Tae never ever wants to miss those moments so he takes time off from touring and come backs but still does a bit of press here and there and a shit ton of Vlives and logs and things like that

Everyone’s super understanding that his bby is his top priority bc lil goober can barely walk, let alone have his father leave for tour

But once he meets you and you two are living together and goober is older, he decides to go on tour again while you and his parents watch bby boy, it’s a shorter tour bc he doesn’t wanna spend months and months away from his lil man

It’s his first time leaving bby boy for longer than just a couple hours so saying goodbye is s o fucking hard, lil goober doesn’t fully get it bc he’s never experienced it but all he knows is that both you and Tae are sad

You all say goodbye in private bc even though your relationship is public, something like a goodbye is personal, especially this goodbye

Tae gives the both of you long hugs (I could literally ramble on forever about how amazing Tae’s hugs would be) and he keeps kissing bub’s head and your forehead and he doesn’t let go until the very moment he has to leave so it’s just one long hug with lots of kisses before he has to say goodbye

He prefers Skype/Facetime over calling

He only ever calls when he’s not gonna have much time to talk like pre-show/interview or when he has really shitty wifi connection

But he Skypes you and bby boy every single day, normally twice a day, in the morning and night (on your schedule bc asking a bby to stay up late so it can be morning or night for Tae is not the best idea)

Bby boy always eats breakfast with Tae and you and Tae always has to eat something with you so even if it’s just something small like a chocolate bar, he’ll do it just so it can be a family meal

He gets so so so happy seeing his lil mini me munching away at some cereal or an apple or anything really bc his cheeks get so full and they’re so kissable and Tae keeps making you lean over and kiss his cheeks for him

Sings to him e v e r y night, he hasn’t missed a night yet and he doesn’t plan to, he doesn’t care if he has to wake up just to sing to him, he’ll do it bc there are only two things that will get bby boy to fall asleep

One is Tae playing with his hair and giving him gentle lil kisses all over his face and the second is hearing Tae’s voice, whether it’s talking or singing

He sings lullabies, children’s songs, BTS songs, anything bby boy wants him to bc Tae spoils his lil man so so much bc he just loves him with all of his heart and he wants nothing more than to make him happy and give him everything he needs and would do anything to see that mini square smile light up his bby’s face

Tae is the king of selfies and videos, he’s always posting lil clips of himself looking all cute like I just wanna take a moment here to appreciate Tae’s genes bc just when I think I’m used to how handsome he is, he comes back and is just like nope, he’s so breathtakingly beautiful and I love him so much my bias is showing bye

He sends tons and tons of pictures every day, he keeps both of you updated about everything from what the other boys are doing to his outfits and he expects the same from you and bby boy

You send him this clip of bby boy saying “I love you daddy” and Tae literally almost cries bc he misses him so much and wants to pick him up and give him a huge hug

Ight but imagine this, Tae doing a V live in his hotel room and you and bby boy watch it and bby boy keeps giggling and he’s so focused on Tae bc tae’s a goofball and is way better than any kids show who needs Pingu when you have Tae lip syncing Celine Dion

He keeps mentioning bby boy and he shows some clips you sent him of lil goober dancing around to Fire or Cypher Tae has this really proud look on his face bc that’s his munchkin

He buys the both of you something from every stop, sometimes it’s something small like a teddy bear or a shirt but also Tae has been known to get some more pricey presents (my new favorite nickname for him is Gucci boy he’s so pure) so there is some bigger gifts as well

He gets bby boy and you some brand clothing and he gets you an engagement ring that you don’t get to see just yet bc Tae’s obviously saving that for when he proposes and he gets the three of you matching watches

Also I have this head canon that once Tae has all of his bbys (he has four in total, bby boy, twin girls and then another boy) he gets the whole family personalized jersey style shirts so it has “Kim” and then a number between 1 and 6 (Tae is 1, you’re 2, bby boy is 3, girls are 4 and 5 and then maknae bby boy is 6) so that all of you can have matching shirts

When he gets off the plane, he’s literally running past people and running straight towards his lil man who’s already waiting for him and squealing once he sees him and all you hear is this really loud “daddy!!!” followed by their giggles and bby boy’s squeals/screams once Tae gets to hug him

He’s clinging onto Tae and he mumbles how he’s never letting go again and Tae’s not complaining at all and he brings you into the hug and everyone’s just holding onto each other really tightly

“Lil man, I gotta shower, you have to let go for a bit, I’ll be quick I promise”

“No”

“Plz, I smell like an airplane”

“No”

“I’ll let you watch Pingu on my phone and I’ll let you have two extra cookies tonight if you give me five minutes to shower”

“...fine”

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ramialkarmi · 6 years

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The viral #PlaneBae story is raising some serious questions about how creepy social media can be (TWTR, FB, AMZN, GOOG, GOOGL)

On Tuesday, the #PlaneBae saga went viral on social media, as a Twitter user broadcast what seemed to be a love connection between two strangers sitting in front of her on an airplane.

Most of the world loved the story, and the #PlaneBae himself even went on the Today Show to talk about it.

However, the whole #PlaneBae incident raises some worrying questions: Should you expect someone to be broadcasting your life all the time, even when you're just talking to your seatmate on an airplane?

There are no easy answers.

On Tuesday, two young, attractive strangers met on a plane and seemed to hit it of in conversation.

This isn't an especially remarkable occurrence. But thanks to another passenger, who decided to document their interactions on social media — including sneaky photos — these strangers have become viral sensations, as social media users became convinced that they got to see the beginnings of a whirlwind romance by proxy.

From another point of view, though, this meet-cute wasn't actually all that cute. And it raises worrying questions for what privacy really means in the era of social media and ubiqituous connectivity.

"The thread is a gross invasion of privacy," said Taylor Lorenz, an internet culture reporter for The Atlantic, in an interview with Business Insider. "We don’t really know much about these people, and its delusional to project this weird, made-up romance onto them."

The #PlaneBae saga

Just to catch you up, here's the so-called #PlaneBae saga in a nutshell.

In the series of Instagram stories and tweets posted early Tuesday morning, Texan actress Rosey Blair recorded what many believed to be the formation of a budding romance. Blair took to her Twitter account to explain that by switching seats with another passenger, she might have accidentally made a love connection between two strangers.

You can read that thread here:

Last night on a flight home, my boyfriend and I asked a woman to switch seats with me so we could sit together. We made a joke that maybe her new seat partner would be the love of her life and well, now I present you with this thread.

— Rosey Blair (@roseybeeme) July 3, 2018

Over the course of the flight, the couple apparently got to know one another, exchanged contact info, and occasionally touched arms — all while Blair live-tweeted their every move and thousands eagerly awaited updates. When the plane landed, Blair got a final shot — taking care not to capture the pair's faces — that looked like a happy ending.

Within 48 hours, the story was being covered on cable news all over the country. Alaska Airlines and T-Mobile CEO John Legere both joined in, offering free flights for the subjects of the Twitter thread, and in-flight WiFi for Blair herself, respectively.

Blair gained more than 60,000 Twitter followers. The #PlaneBae himself, former pro soccer player Euan Holden, fully embraced his newfound celebrity by engaging with his newfound social media following, and even appearing on the Today Show.

And while most coverage and comments were celebrating #PlaneBae and Blair this week, the woman involved in the saga has quietly gone dark by deleting both her Twitter account and Instagram, and declining to appear on TV. Business Insider has not published her name to respect her apparent desire for privacy.

Riley, Holden, and the woman from the plane did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

Troublesome questions

The aftermath of this saga raises some troubling questions, whether or not you followed the #PlaneBae saga as it unfolded.

Most of those issues boil down to a simple question: Was this thread cute? Or was it an invasion of the couple's privacy?

Taylor Lorenz, an internet culture reporter for the Atlantic, believes it's the latter.

"That's one of the biggest problems with social media: It allows you to exploit the world and people around you to get attention for your own benefit," Lorenz told Business Insider. "Everyone is just using each other for content. It encourages you to look at the world that way."

And she's not alone in feeling that way. Critics on Twitter and elsewhere said that Riley had no right to post a minute-by-minute accounting of a conversation between strangers without permission.

Not to rain on everyone’s parade, but if a stranger spied on me for an entire flight, took photos, and posted them on social media, I’d be pretty devastated. The whole planebae thing kinda horrified me??

— Carina Adly MacKenzie (@cadlymack) July 6, 2018

that whole planebae bs raises so many red flags for me bc in what world do you think its acceptable to record two strangers hitting it off, taking hidden pics of them and telling to the whole world what theyre doing like this is legit creeper territory but for some reason yall-

— mim🇧🇷 (@diarmood) July 5, 2018

guys i don't think ya'll understand just how much i hate this plane bae bullshit story like HOW are SO many people completely okay with this? everyone freaks out about lack of privacy until it's framed by some jackass as "OOOH SO ROMANTIC" and then it's hashtag goals??

— Dawnya (it's like ‘Tonya’ but with a D) (@pinkishdawnya) July 5, 2018

There are no easy answers here. Holden, the soccer player, seems to be enjoying his sudden fame, just as plenty of social media users enjoyed watching the story unfold with live updates. However, the fact that his conversational partner deleted her social media presence in the aftermath suggests that she was less comfortable.

At the same time, this kind of thing is only going to become more and more common: Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, even live broadcast tools like Amazon's Twitch and YouTube make the lines between reality and social media blurrier. Should everyone expect to be recorded and documented, all of the time? It's a question that's increasingly relevant.

Ultimately, Lorenz says that it's up to people to use these technological tools responsibily.

"People want to believe in this delusional romantic fantasy, where people meet on planes and fall in love and go on vacations together for ever and ever, and that’s just not reality. People who perpetuate this content should think twice about it, because it's not real. It's two people on a plane just minding their own business," said Lorenz.

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wanderlustlondon · 6 years

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16 July

rip france weekend

megan looked into some churches in the morning and i was going to go with her, but none of them were convenient so we slept in until a whopping 9 am! we went down to breakfast and tried to stuff our faces to buy less at lunch. we didn’t hear anything from the others girls so we just checked our luggage and started walking around this c ute lil market right outside our hotel. it felt like a super french experience, complete with plenty of fish, plants, and chickens with their heads still on! but it also helped all of my french grocery vocab come back to me so that was cool. we both bought some cheap little things to finish off our souvenir lists.

we decided just to head over to the area we were getting lunch to see what was around. we sat at a mcdonalds to use their wifi and we kept seeing that the restaurant opened at 2 even though our reservation was at 1. so we decided to go walk around a park for awhile to kill time. it was pretty, but hone when we climbed a billion steps to the top of some little lookout, it was stunning. we found a little lookout to see the entire city. if i wasn’t already out of breath from the steps, that view sure would’ve taken it. we started walking into some garden area when megan got a call from emily that they were waiting for us at the restaurant. so we literally sprinted to get there and hen there were a bunch of steps to climb bc it’s a rooftop resto so I was absolutely completely out of breath by the time we made it to the top. to make it even better they didn’t have the fruit salads we wanted so i ended up getting something super nasty that had fish in it. the others liked it but i wanted to vomit with my first bite. it was fish AND onions and idk what the fuck i got into. i didn’t say a whole lot while we were eating and i didn’t really care. i just enjoyed looking out over the city. all of a sudden carly said she didn’t think we’d have time to take pictures by the eiffel tower and i had to speak up. i said something about how that’s the top thing i want to do here and i understand it’s emily’s birthday and we should do things she wants to do like go to this shakespeare bookstore, but this is one of the few things i really want to do and i think we can make time for both. luckily everyone else wants dot see the eiffel too so it didn’t take much to make carly come over to our side. all it meant was they couldn’t get dessert. OH NO SO SAD.

so we got to the bookstore and it’s fine, but then i ended up leaving my credit card in there and having a panic attack looking for it. mel kept telling game not to keep all (2) of my cards in the same p pocket but like you keep it all in your wallet and this is my wallet?????? it was just not helpful and not what i needed to hear. so i went back with michelle to get my card and she was talking a little about how demanding carly is and when she’s in a good mood she can be really fun but i really appreciated hearing someone else say she’s a bitch. someone who’s friends with her for real. we got back and carly was buying a fucking crepe. we don’t have time to buy crepes right now, we’re on a time crunch. we were already running behind our schedule and this was making all of us crabby. at some point i heard carly telling emily how we shouldn’t be mad at her for getting a crepe bc it was something on her bucket list (even though the other 5 of us had already had crepes bc they had them at EVERY RESTAURANT) and it just rubbed me the wrong way. like seeing the eiffel tower (in the light) is on my bucket list, but that’s not good enough because she doesn’t want to go. her bucket list is more important than mine. but you know that’s jus how this whole trip was. on the rain at one point i was sitting, kind of zoning out bc i was feeling overwhelmed and everyone else was talking about what to do next and i’m pretty sure they were talking about me at some point bc i’m the party pooper of the group...bc i want to do things i like and feel comfortable with!!!!! but it was all good when we made it to the tower. we got some pictures and even carly took some and we got back to the hotels to get our luggage and made it to the train station with a fine amount of time.

but this fucking train station. nothing in my life could’ve prepared me for this shit show. ok maybe we’re there later than we should’ve been but there were so many other problems it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. but then to get up where we need to go there’s this huge mob of people. they were only letting like,e 4 people on the escalator at a time, it was ridiculous. luckily a lot of people in the group were on our train so we knew we wouldn’t miss it (or be the only ones stranded). it took us a lot of shoving to get to it but we finally made it to the stairs to get up. then we had to wait forever for the passport check. then we had to wait even more for customs, which was weird that we had to do it first. the first lady yelled at michelle for not having her paper filled out ahead of time but??? usually you do it on the train/plane??? but then the other guy worker called us all over and asked us a lot of questions and just took one customs form from carly and trusted that the rest of us were falling the rules and it was so nice and considerate of him, it helped pick up the pace a lot. security had no problems, but then we found out our initial train was having technical difficulties and they needed a new train, so everyone needed new boarding passes. that’s when i about lost my mind. it had already been almost 2 hours since we first got there, in a crowded area with no air conditioning on a 90 degree day. we’d been sweating pretty much nonstop for over 3 hours at this point. also mel and carly went to buy waters and they bought 5 and carly got a personal soda. alright. fine. don’t get me one when i specifically asked for one. get yourself a soda AND a water instead. when they were handing them out i felt like they purposely didn’t get me one. whatever i guess. we kept waiting for our boarding passes, which once again take forever but FINALLY we make it on the train at about 7:30, about an hour after we were supposed to initially leave.

the train wasn’t as cold as last time but it was more comfortable than the station was. i was a little annoyed i wasn’t in the window seat though, bc i never get up on trains and i just wanted to sleep but megan kept needing things so i felt like i couldn’t. it was a little frustrating but nothing compared to carly in the background. i could hear her through my headphones, she was so loud. i never want to travel with her again in my life. she makes me feel absolutely miserable.

FINALLY OUR TRAIN GETS TO KING’S CROSS (technically st. pancras since that’s the international but shh) and it’s like 9 pm and we’re exhausted beyond belief but it’s also exciting to be back and i never though ti would deb so happy to see elephant and castle in my life. when we were waiting for our lift some guy kept walking around singing about how nice she was and then eventually yelled MY PROSTITUTE SHE WAS SO NICE and it was just like ah yes welcome back to london, home sweet home.

i actually emptied out my bag and got dinner and everything before sitting down (bc i knew once i was on my bed i wasn’t gonna get up) and then i relaxed for awhile before calling mom and talking to her until 1 am. whoops. no regrets, though, because it was late enough where i knew i would sleep with ease, only to have another packed day tomorrow.

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alexhughey · 7 years

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This photo represents the feeling of getting eaten alive- which is how I felt the next 3 days!

*So I arrive at the Bali airport and make my way through security to get my boarding pass. When I arrive to the checkin gate, everyone was just standing around, not in line. I stood around with them, wondering what was going on. Eventually, a man came and pulled me to the check in desk and asked for my flight details and passport. I was so confused at this point. Then the lady hands me a flight delay sheet. I was panicking because the flight delay was 7 hours and it was midnight and the Bali airport closes overnight so sleeping there is not an option! They printed my boarding pass for the 8am flight the next morning. Luckily, I pitched a huge crybaby foreigner fit and they put me up in a hotel free for the night. Even though I only was going to get less than 4 hours of sleep, I at least felt safe!

*A bus took me to a hotel, about 10 minutes from the airport and it was a super fancy hotel! They had all my information ready so they just handed me the key. I did not even change clothes in my room, just went straight to sleep since it was 2am and I had to be back at the stop stop by 4:30am. I wasn't complaining though because I was safe and it was free. Better than sleeping on the sidewalk outside the airport which is what I thought I was going to have to do!

*So 4 am rolls around and my alarm mine as well of shot me, thats how exhausted I was and didn't want to wake up. I headed downstairs for the continental breakfast they had prepared me and it was good. I had cereal, bacon and eggs. And coffee! After, I went to the bus and it took me back to the airport, arriving by 5am. I headed straight for my check in gate, got my boarding pass stamped, and made my way through security. All that took about an hour. Then I grabbed a coffee to go from a coffee shop and headed to my gate to be ready to board. They were extremely unorganized so I was a nervous wreck to miss that flight to Shanghai, China!

*By 8am, I was boarded and we were pulling out on time! The flight was smooth to Shanghai but I dreaded the no wifi part! Luckily, I was able to tell mom and friends about the long delay. So anyways, I get to Shanghai, knowing that I missed my connecting flight, I was panicking because being stuck in China wasn't at the top of my list! I get in line and cant understand most anything they tell me other than “come here at 5pm for plane.” So, I had all day in the Shanghai airport to chill and grab lunch and get through security. It was surprisingly not awful, but for some reason I was nervous all day.

*I showed up to the check in counter early and they went ahead and gave me my boarding pass. I headed straight for the gate- didn't waste any more time. I was in a time crunch because the overnight bus was leaving Tokyo at 11pm headed to Tono, and I already paid for that nonrefundable and nonchangable ticket which was $105. Wellllllll, my luck stinks. We arrived at Haneda Airport in Tokyo at 10pm. I google mapped Ueno Station which was my bus pickup location and it was 45 minutes away. At this point, I knew I was going to miss the bus because of immigration process as a foreigner with a VISA and baggage claim! So, I mosied along taking my time. Good thing I didn't rush because I ended up not getting to the train station ready to head to Ueno until 11:30pm!

*So I buy a ticket on the last subway out of the airport at 11:30! Lucky me. The ride was about 50 minutes and once I arrived I literally googled “cheap hotels near me.” Ueno Terminal Hotel popped up and that seemed to be the cheapest I was going to find in this nicer area! I google mapped it and started the 30 minute walk to the hotel. Praying they had availability since I could not read the website! I found it pretty easily since it was near the huge train station. I go in and of course the front desk man doesn't speak english- so. Google translate helped me to get a room! I got the key and understood that checkout was at 10am. I said cool thanks goodnight. I was so frustrated with the past 24+ hours of traveling and frustrated that I was having to spend the extra money. I was also exhausted!!

*My room was decent for an overnight pitstop. Cant really complain! I hardly slept at all though. I don't know why since I was so tired! So I was up and awake by 8am and decided to go ahead and check out and catch an earlier shinkonsin ride back to Tono. I checked out and headed back to Ueno Station! I bought my shinkonsin ticket ($150) and had 2 hours to spare until the train arrived. I was hungry so breakfast it was. I went to the hard rock cafe which served an amazing breakfast actually! That took about an hour. Then I went into my favorite Andersen’s Bread Shop and bought my favorite chocolate muffins for lunch, since I knew I would be on the train for the next 5 hours. I went to my train gate and sat there to wait on it!

*The train arrived on time (as always) and I was able to get a decent window seat, despite the train being packed! I arrived in Tono by 5pm and was home by 6pm. Boy was I dreading work the next morning at 8am. I was so dead tired. Glad to be home! This shambley travel experience put a damper on the trip, but overall I still had a blast. I just ended up wasting a $105 bus ticket bc of the delay of flights, spent money on food, hotel, and $150 train ticket! So that was a bit upsetting but I cant complain!

Bali was great but back to reality I go!

#Bali #indonesia #Japan #china #flightdelay

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