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Vagablond

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On the way - through life and around the world - this blog consists of Vagablonds stories, thoughts and ideas.
The blog is divided into categories: 365 consist of everyday stories, updates, current travel experiences and the like. OUT & ABOUT gives you a glimpse of Vagablonds mind. VOYAGER involves anything travel-related; memoirs, advice, impressions.. The supersmart BLOND informs and the love for food category EAT explains itself.. QUOTES - a collection of Vagablonds faves.

Feel free to click around, read, make comments or give feedback. Enjoy travelling - enjoy life!

gentle welcome in Norway

BLOND Posted on 2011-05-17 17:52:34

I have to add a small change in my previous statement; It should be “Travelling blond rocks! Outside Norway!”

I arrived Drammen train station last night with A LOT of luggage.
As the train station in Drammen has no trolleys – and the walk way was closed for construction, it was me, my bags and the stairs.

However, I was not the only one who got off the train in Drammen – I was happy to see 7-8 big men with briefcases only. A moment afterwards happiness turned to disappointment as 7 or 8 men with briefcases passed me – one of them even stepped OVER my bag at the bottom of the stairs. I asked loud if there was an elevator somewhere around – or some help maybe – and the last of them was superpolite who cared to turn back and answer “NO”. And there I was – all alone.

Thanks for helping x 7 or 8.

Vagablond – out&about



Travelling blond

BLOND Posted on 2011-05-17 11:04:04

It´s a curse and a blessing at the same time; travelling
blond.

Out of the 21 people waiting in front of me at customs for
the holy stamp that refunds your tax, I was the only one selected to display
all the items I had purchased. A curse? Yes. Why? Always me.

Always? No. The customs attendant was female – and this is
when blond becomes a curse, when the “opposite side” is female (at least in any
Latin-related country). If you haven´t been to Ezeiza, the airport in Buenos
Aires, I could tell you that customs there is a rather public matter. You are
not brought into a separate room to let them check your goods, nope, in between
check in counter 76 and 73 you´ll find the customs. It is actually a check-in
counter renamed “Adeana”.

And if the customs want to see your purchases you have to
open your bag on your side of the counter, hand it over to the bitch who
searches the “made in Argentina”-tag. Tango shoes – ok, clothing – ok, but then
every single lingerie item I had bought too?

And there the string went over the counter. Blush. And a
bra. Blushing more, and another bra. AT least all the hungry eyes of bored
co-travellers who´d lined up in kilometre long check-in lines were pleased. At
the end of the public bag x-raying I got all my stamps – ha. No cheating, hence
Blond vs Bitch, 1:0.

After the stamp collection I had to repack my 32 kilos of
luggage. And yes, that’s 9 kilos excess weight when travelling Air France.
Whops. However, now the blessings began smiley

The man that coordinated the check-in queues had observed me
at customs (just as everybody else) and he let me pass through to the business
class check in. Economy check-in: LONG waiting time. Business class check-in:
NO waiting time. 2:0

The young man at the counter was so happy to see me he
forgot everything about excess weight. 3:0 He also called for another guy to
“assist” me all the way to tax refunds – and so I didn´t have to bother
carrying my excess weight hand luggage. 4:0

At migration I had to wait like everybody else – 50 minutes
or so – that was boring. I needed a coffee thereafter and as I found out at the
cashier I didn´t have enough change, the barista blinked at me and said “buen
viaje” the moment he placed the paper cup in my hand. Gracias. 5:0

Boarding opened and the young man from check-in remembered
me and let me and all my hand luggage board first with all the small ones and
their exhausted parents. 6:0. A French guy stored my heavy hand luggage in the
gloves department, 7:0, and right now I sit at 41L looking at a beautiful sky
over Uruguay, the moon is about to take over the main role on the sky stage and
the champagne is very tasty. 8:0

Grateful. Travelling blond rocks!

PS: I actually made it 12:0 today, and if you haven´t
considered bleaching your hair before your next take off you can continue
reading.

9:0 : I didn´t have to carry my 32 kilo bag one single
meter. My roommates’ boyfriend took care of it from the 3rd floor to
the taxi. Taxi driver took care of it from the taxi to the bus. Random guy took
care of it from the bus to customs.

10:0 The taxi driver gave me a 2peso round-off (I told him
the scam-poop story)

11:0 The bus driver allowed me travelling on the same bus
ticket I had used a couple of times before.. (haha, $54 saved!)

12:0 I was given a big, wet good-bye kiss on the cheek before
boarding from the most charming guy at the airport – he had three
different kinds of Skittles and the stickiest fingers you can imagine.

Vagablond –
out&about