When I booked the flight it gave me an 18 hour layover in Moscow. I thought ok, this time I won't be stuck in the airport Skyping friends and family trying to find someone to put me up. This is what happened in London, on my way to Toronto. And that time, Heathrow does not allow you to stay over 12 hours in the airport, you have to leave.
So, I decided to get a hotel in Moscow for the night. Peter was picking me up at JFK and wanted to have lunch in the Bronx, so I thought it would be nice to have showered and put on clean clothes. The problem is no one warns you that even for this small trip you need a Visa for Russia or it will be a fucking nightmare. "Fucking Nightmare" should run across the screen in big bold letters as you make any reservations. Orbits.com should not allow such a layover. They should not have this particular Sofia to Moscow to JFK route.
And when I arrived at Moscow, they kept asking again and again why did I choose this way to go. As if I in pajama bottoms and carrying Bulgarian ceramics wrapped in old tshirts and not speaking any language, even English by this time is an International spy. And no one was won over by my dazzling white teeth or my first name being Whitney like... Whitney Houston. Everyone was sooooo mean and soooo Russian. The main point is if you are without a Visa, you need to be escorted everywhere and there are designated areas where I should be. I was questioned and made to wait for over 2 hours. Then they escort you in this huge bus to the hotel, where a guard is there at your check-in and takes you up in a special elevator and then some other guard is there at your floor and escorts you to your crappy room.
I so badly wanted to pull a Die Hard 2 and when the elevator door opens, I have already climbed up to the ceiling and escaped to save the world by blowing up a plane while making a pithy very American comment. But I was tired.
Here is the other thing... When I booked the hotel I did it through booking.com. The website said nothing about the Visa problem. But supposedly I got a great rate at 180.00. This was a lot but I did have some money and the hotel offers free breakfast, an indoor pool and a sauna. There is also a Mexican restaurant in the hotel and i haven't had Mexican in a long time. This is also the ONLY hotel I could choose anyway because of the lack of a Visa. I thought I will come at 6pm and have a quesadilla and swim and watch the satellite tv and go to bed. I booked the hotel; I gave my credit card information and I got a confirmation email that everything was set.
This is truly my mistake and now that I have found my old happy and relatively self-assured self, I need to lose the spending money like I have money self. I really need to budget and just become much much smarter than I am with money. Bookings.com NEVER took the money out of my account. The room, though booked was never paid for. I get there and he asks for my credit card and I think it is just to confirm it is me but he runs it and I don't have 180.00. DECLINED! What the fuck am I supposed to do. So then the guy asks well don't you have any family or friends, who can help you. And I said yes and they have and it's enough! I was actually falling in love with everyone back
in the States the day before. As I was packing in the empty apartment, reorganizing gifts and writing notes of thanks, I was touched by how many people I had to buy gifts for. This meant that as I was in Bulgaria, they were helpful. In big ways, like caring for my lovely cat or housing my possessions or in small ways, answering frantic emails or giving me articles. I was supported here by many people and I was not going to ask anyone to put me up in this hotel.
So he charges me something like the last 75 dollars in my account and now I get no breakfast. But I also don't get to swim or sit in the sauna because it is outside the permitted zone. And non-Visa holder rooms are nothing like the pictures of the real hotel. The room sucks! And because now I have no money, I can't go down and have any Mexican at all. Had I known, I would have spent the night in the airport. When I arrived at the airport all I saw were non-Visa holders camped out and seeming communal and protective of each other. It seemed quite cozy. Plus, I could have kept my money and bought a 12 dollar muffin in the morning. But again, think of this as a warning not as a complaint. I should have been aware of my finances enough to know whether 180 is taken out. Who am I that I don't account for such a significant sum!
Well, this is all to say that this is my last post. No more epistles from the Pontus. Although elated to get back to the States, I am sad that I won't be sharing anymore adventures. It seems odd, but I have found real delight in writing this. A coward by nature, having to come up with some exciting or enriching or sweet posts, has given me some courage to say yes as much as possible while here. Even things that I chose not to share and keep private, I still did them because of the possibility of a good story.
Many years ago, when I was on Patmos, Greece I fell in with an assorted group of Europeans, varying in age and sex. Single, married with children, widowed, etc. The first time I encountered this group was at a little mom-and-pop restaurant run from the mom and pop's house and garden. The patriarch of the group from Sweden asked if I wanted to join them. I was eating alone and the restaurant was very small. I said no thank you. It was too intimidating. Mostly they were speaking English; but most knew Greek, many knew German and the children in the group only spoke French. I wasn't in the mood to be "on". As soon as I declined, I felt awful. Three days later at the same place, which later I found out was where they watched the sunset every night and ate little things before getting showered and dressed and eating the larger longer meal, which could go to 1am, I was asked again and this time said yes. It turned out to be one of the best summers of my life. I met people who I was later able to visit, giving me the opportunity to go to Switzerland and Brussels and Germany. I still exchange Christmas cards with these people and feel lucky to have met them.
But those 3 days I still think about and it makes me angry. This blog prevented me from having a 3 delay in any aspect of my time here.
I board the flight to New York soon. Peter will pick me up. I will get Skala and then at sometime in August drive to Ohio and finish my degree. I wrote 131 pages of my dissertation and had a pretty spectacular time. That ridiculous country, Bulgaria, which I didn't really think existed until six months before leaving, stole my heart.