Rome Rome Rome...what's the first thing that comes to you when you say Rome?!
Food? History? Sweet romantic language?! Well, food was my first thought and the feeling deep within me. Hours on a plane and only eating a hot dog in the morning we needed our loving food
As you remember in my recent post "We Don't Belong In Berlin!" we have another tale to tell you.
Today we packed our huge interrailing bags and off we trot to the airport. It began well, with a soft flight for 3hrs and landing softly on the earths crust. No time to waste we grab inka's bag, walk half an hour to find where we can buy a bus ticket and again, we sit for another hour till we reach our destination.
Finally the time has come to find our hostel (Belvedere Termini). Unfortunately, our minds got out to the test to where this place might be but Google maps beat. After one hour of searching for our hostel, a women directed us the right way, and thankfully we found it (on 2nd floor in another hostel building).
Feet hurting, splinters popping, muscles...Gone. We walk upstairs to find out we have to call the receptionist to enter the building. As soon as we get in we find out our payment was not successful, waiting, stressing out, crying inka, We find no proof on booking.com or in any emails, we ring up customer service and they find no evidence. 4pm to 8pm we pay the extra money, and get taken to a different room that says word "Private" accross it, leaving us confused, more broke and a little scared.
Bellies rumbling, we finally leave and run off to the nearest restaurant. A few blocks down we finally found a fantastic fun place that ended our night in joy.
Selling guys (while eating every minute the selling guys wouldnt leave us alone)
Hostel took another €100
Loud hostel (can hear everyrhing inside and outside)
Guys whistling at us, wanting attention and sometimes following us.
Knowing we cannot hold hands without glares.