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LacrimosaRaven
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I was just back from Melbourne and as good as it was each holiday has it's nightmares.
Firstly trams. Their too packed. I need to have a seat since my cerebral palsy affects my balance and sometimes trams are so full I can barley find one especially peak hour. Peak hour was scary trams were so full we had to wait for two other trams to pick up most people. Generally trams are scary if people are standing up too, it just makes me nervous. What if the doors close? What if i trip over someone's foot? Also don't get me started about people who stand by the door. They're evil. There are literally hand rails in the aisles. If you can't find a seat just don't stand by the door, ever.
We stayed at a different hotel from usual this time and it also had a breakfast buffet. Unlike the Travelodge hotel we usually stay at this one had nothing. 5 cereals, yoghurt, baked beans AND THE MOST GHASTLY EGGS IVE EVER SEEN. I guess I'm fussy but those eggs were horrible, also the toaster kept burning my toast whenever I got raisin bread. and there was no fruit either, Just less options, those eggs though *shudders*.
Lastly I shared a room with my Nonna (grandma.) While being independent and pretty much on my own was great nights were horrible. The first night Nonna woke up every two hours to pee which mean she turned on all the lights. At 4am she claimed she hadn't eaten dinner (even though she had) Then she started eating the sugar packets for coffee until I bought her a danish that we had left over. Second night the toilet events repeated but somehow between 12 and 3 am she mistook the door to the hallway for the bathroom door and walked out. Some guy from the lobby brought her back upstairs after calling my parents room and figuring out she was with me. When heard the door knocking I was so scared. Last night she was better. I left the bathroom light on and although I had trouble getting to sleep because of it at least she didn't walk out the hallway door again. However she's lost her bottom dentures. Mum and I looked everywhere for at least 45 minutes until realising she somehow locked her suitcase and didn't have the key. We're going to need to cut the lock off tomorrow. Not to mention the whole language barrier thing made it all 10x worse, for whatever reason most Italian I know seems to have floated out of my head and whatever I did say it was proper Italian and not Venice dialect so we kind of couldn't understand each other anyway.
Firstly trams. Their too packed. I need to have a seat since my cerebral palsy affects my balance and sometimes trams are so full I can barley find one especially peak hour. Peak hour was scary trams were so full we had to wait for two other trams to pick up most people. Generally trams are scary if people are standing up too, it just makes me nervous. What if the doors close? What if i trip over someone's foot? Also don't get me started about people who stand by the door. They're evil. There are literally hand rails in the aisles. If you can't find a seat just don't stand by the door, ever.
We stayed at a different hotel from usual this time and it also had a breakfast buffet. Unlike the Travelodge hotel we usually stay at this one had nothing. 5 cereals, yoghurt, baked beans AND THE MOST GHASTLY EGGS IVE EVER SEEN. I guess I'm fussy but those eggs were horrible, also the toaster kept burning my toast whenever I got raisin bread. and there was no fruit either, Just less options, those eggs though *shudders*.
Lastly I shared a room with my Nonna (grandma.) While being independent and pretty much on my own was great nights were horrible. The first night Nonna woke up every two hours to pee which mean she turned on all the lights. At 4am she claimed she hadn't eaten dinner (even though she had) Then she started eating the sugar packets for coffee until I bought her a danish that we had left over. Second night the toilet events repeated but somehow between 12 and 3 am she mistook the door to the hallway for the bathroom door and walked out. Some guy from the lobby brought her back upstairs after calling my parents room and figuring out she was with me. When heard the door knocking I was so scared. Last night she was better. I left the bathroom light on and although I had trouble getting to sleep because of it at least she didn't walk out the hallway door again. However she's lost her bottom dentures. Mum and I looked everywhere for at least 45 minutes until realising she somehow locked her suitcase and didn't have the key. We're going to need to cut the lock off tomorrow. Not to mention the whole language barrier thing made it all 10x worse, for whatever reason most Italian I know seems to have floated out of my head and whatever I did say it was proper Italian and not Venice dialect so we kind of couldn't understand each other anyway.