Friday 27 March 2015

Clara's Travel Tales: The Rome Edition

Today I'm going to talk about my first solo (sans parents) holiday.

I was 19 or 20, had just moved to Europe a year or 2 before, but had already become infected with the travel bug. I remember asking my parents if I could go on holiday to Italy with my 15 and 14year old brother and sister. They said yes, really. A naive never-really-travelled Nigerian teenager going abroad for the first time without parental supervision with two younger siblings, why not right? In retrospect, I'm not sure if this was a reasonable decision on the part of my parents. Either they had blind faith in my abilities, or they'd just got fed up of having 5 children and were hoping we'd get lost somewhere in Italy. 

Anyway they said yes on the condition that we sorted out everything ourselves. We had to fund the holiday, book the flights and hotels and even get our own passports/visas. As a bona fide OCD-er, everything went according to plan as you can imagine. I hustled, we scrimped and saved, and I looked for the "cheapest" flights and hotels. I say "cheapest" because at the time, as a rookie traveller, I hadn't discovered the low-cost airlines, and only British Airways would do. Now with my Ajala credentials well-established, I fly Easyjet and Ryanair like my life depends on it. Let's just that say my posh days are well and truly behind me and I have become a true ajepako!

Arriving in Italy after so much hard work, and with our purses full of money, we were determined to have 2 weeks of great unsupervised fun. I remember us living large that first week, eating/sampling the Italian fare and even drinking wine, something that would normally be verboten to us! We ate a lot of amazing gelato, spent a day with my cousins and aunty and went crazy with shopping. In the first week, we also did a lot of the main tourist attractions; the Coloseum, the Spanish steps, the Vatican city, Piazza Navona, the Roman forum, made our wishes and threw coins into the Trevi fountain (as an aside, I have since been back to Rome, so maybe the legend is true?). In short, life was peachy, until the day that my sister's purse and bankcards were stolen on our way back from St Peter's Basilica.

We'd got the metro and as ajebutter kids didn't realise you could be robbed. So when this pregnant lady fell against my sister's bag, she thought nothing of it and just tried to help her up. At that point, she felt a hand in her bag, but before she could react the woman jumped off the train and ran off at the next station. We were in shock! You see we'd been spending the cash I changed before arriving and were saving the money on her card to pay the hotel when we checked out; that is the cost of two rooms for 2 weeks, minus the 10% deposit. As you can imagine, quite a bit of money! In panic, we rang the bank to cancel the card, then went to find a police officer to whom we could report the incident. They were completely useless and very unhelpful, and as a result of all the running around, we missed our bus back to the hotel. Oh yes, tiny but important detail, the hotel was on the outskirts of Rome, about 1hour away, so a free shuttle bus was provided morning and evening. 

Anyway so here we were in Rome, with night beginning to fall, even less money, and definitely no clue about how to get back to the hotel. Light-bulb moment, we called the hotel who told us that as we'd missed the bus, it was up to us to find our way back. However, as no public transport went as far as the place itself, they were willing to pick us up from a train station nearer the hotel. Upset at this news which meant spending even more of our precious Euros, we got the train to the stop as they'd instructed us, and that my friends is when the real fun on that trip began.

We tried to call the hotel a million times, but the combination of my non-existant Italian and their bad English meant that everything was lost in translation, until my phone battery finally died. Frustrated with the whole debacle, we decided to try to find a bar where we could use the pay phone and where we could have a meeting point for them to come pick us up, since the train station was completely deserted. Anyway when we tried to communicate with the people there, we were told that you needed a special card for the pay phones which we of course did not have! I swear at that point, I started to wonder if the people from my father's village had followed us all the way to Italy and decided that we'd never return home. Well that is when God/fate decided to remember that he/she had 3 young kids somewhere in the Roman countryside who needed to be delivered from a bad and rapidly worsening situation. Basically, a kind but completely BONKERS woman heard us talking about our dilemma and offered to drive us back to the hotel. Ecstatic at this wonderful answer to prayers, we jumped into the car, only for her to tell us about 5minutes into the journey, that she wasn't supposed to be driving her car because it was no longer road-worthy.

She drove recklessly in the car that had only one dim headlight, smoked cigarette after cigarette, chattered Italian non-stop, asked us to hang on to the doors as they could fall off at any time, and told us to keep an eye out for the police! I can still remember the fear that gripped me each time she took a bend, I tell you, we were beyond relieved to arrive at the hotel safe and sound. Amazingly, she refused to accept anything from us and even seemed embarrassed when we became too effusive with our gratitude.

After this adventure, we decided (mostly because we had no more money), to stay at the hotel for the last couple of days and truly enjoy the facilities. As the resident OCD-er, I made a budget, subtracting the hotel fees and airport transportation costs from the funds we had left, made a budget for all three of us and divided the money equally.  We lived off cheap tinned foods, until my brother (the ajebutter) rebelled after the second day and refused to eat any more of it. He spent the rest of his money, then promptly made friends with a British family who basically fed him for the rest of our stay there...awon Oliver Twist tinz. Anyway everything went okay, until we decided it'd be a good idea to leave for Rome a day early so we could at least visit my cousins and say goodbye before going home to England. Being that it was the final day, (and due of course to my impeccable money management skills), we were able to treat ourselves to fine food, make the (very foolish) decision to store our luggage at the train station and do some final sightseeing before going for dinner at my aunty's.

The staff at station quoted us a price for 24hours which sounded sensible and within our budget, so we agreed and left our stuff. The next day, arriving at the station early in order to take our train to the airport, imagine our surprise when they told us that the fee was at least 100€ more than the initial quote! Remember every single cent of our money had been calculated and accounted for. When we'd begged/cried to no avail, we reported them to the police, but they couldn't and didn't give a flying fuck about our situation. Eventually, I did some calculations, and realised that if we gave them everything, and asked our parents to come get us from London, we'd be missing only 25€. That is when I decided to do something that still makes me proud of myself, but also makes me cringe in shame whenever I remember it. I basically left my siblings at the station and started begging on the streets. I repeatedly offered my phone to whoever wanted it, in exchange for the money. Of course I wasn't very successful. No one wanted my shitty phone, many people didn't speak English, and of course the stereotypes of seeing a black child begging on the streets of Europe meant that many people instinctively avoided me, that is until I came across my American Samaritan. He was young, (must have been in his early 20s) and didn't seem particularly to have a lot of money, but he took pity on us and gave me the money without taking my phone. He even refused to take my address as guarantee that I would reimburse him! He was just a good Samaritan plain and simple. Thanks to this amazing kindness, we were able to pay, retrieve our luggage and rush to the airport....but of course the story doesn't end there haha!

We got to the airport late and had only a few minutes to spare before our flight left but thought we'd make it because things were finally going well, that is until we got to the security/border control.  In a hurry, and still stressed from the events from earlier on in the day, my sister got pissed and became very sassy with the officer who then decided to pay us back by holding us hostage. He repeatedly checked hers and my brother's passports, called his colleague over and wasted precious minutes laughing at the pictures. That my friends is how we missed the flight.

After all that kerfuffle we sha arrived at the BA counter, where the British people, took one look at us and decided to take pity and put us on the next flight home. Miraculously this was completely and utterly free of charge. Looking back, and writing this really makes me think how God/someone was watching out for us.

Anyway, back in London, we made up some flimsy lie and got my parents to pay for our coach tickets home over the phone. Till today, we have never shared that story with our parents, initially because we were scared they'd prevent us from going on future trips, and now because it's a kind of special secret between us children. We still laugh about that holiday, and the three of us became closer after it. The younger two think we're cool survivors, and are kind of jealous of our Italian adventure. 

So, ever been on a crazy holiday or trip? Please share your experiences and let us all laugh about them!

15 comments:

  1. WOW! What an interesting and funny read. You tried o! Laughed so hard at your village people ..... oh my! I am proud of what you did to help your siblings...nothing to be ashamed about. It took courage. You are prudent, if not, your matter might have turned worst! The BA security officer no try at all ke! Did the 'power play' on teenagers. SHAME ON HIM! Your sister was stressed out, which was understandable. He should have done his job jejely. Thank GOD for the Samaritans HE brought your way 3 times! You mean, she drove with one headlamp? AHAHAHAHA...werey on another level. I enjoyed reading your experience. Now your parents will know ...abi they don't know you ahve a blog huh? :D

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    1. I'm glad you liked it. Was initially worried about it being too long, but once I started reminiscing, I couldn't stop! And thanks for the compliment!
      My father doesn't have a clue what a blog is, and my mum knows I have one, but doesn't have the address...so I'm anonymous with my parents and free as a bird lol!

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  2. Lol, Clara, this had me in stitches. What an adventure! You learn every day and know to be careful about pick pockets. You made it in the end. Very resourceful. These skills should serve you well in future :)

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    1. Trust me I've grown up a lot since then, and left my ajebutter ways far behind me...lol!

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  3. OMG it is your age (and your siblings) that is the most surprising about this, wow! But the i'm sure the memories will be unforgettable. Enjoyed reading this :)

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    1. 10 years later, I still can't believe my parents actually said yes!

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  4. Lady....you are crazy! Hahahahahahahaha I loved this. This was an amazing read. The whole thing was funny. I first started laughing when I read

    "Either they had blind faith in my abilities, or they'd just got fed up of having 5 children and were hoping we'd get lost somewhere in Italy." hahaha

    I'm glad God watched out for you. I've had my share of "well-thought out but ruined by Murphy's law" travel incidents. I'm so glad you're here to tell us about it.


    xoxo,


    La Deutsche Diva

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  6. Oh mehn! **In www.sophsinspiration.blogspot.com 's voice.. Awwwwggghh this post was cool like that mbok Oosssshhheeeey Turn UP!!!.. heheheheh it had me laughing at intervals like a fish and right now ehnnn I am smiling so hard my cheeks hurt... So i see it is not only 'WE" that use our kobo kobo to be come and go and flying cheap Mama Peace's airline **Winks.. **Winks again.. You know yeah, there is something cool about being young.. I mean everyone and everything in the universe kinda looks out for you most of the time.. mehn you guys sure had an adventure Chisos.. I can only imagine how scary it must have been back then shaaaa.. **Winks.. Right now ehnnn I am picturing you in my head going "Fine Bara gimme money.." heheheheheheheh Nice one Egbon.. **in www.janylbenylshares.com 's voice... This was such a fun read.. and it is interesting to know that e haf teyyyyyyy since the Ajala blood e haf start to boil.. **Shines Teeth.. :)

    In www.marriedinph.blogspot.com 's voice.. You just gotta love Egbon Clara.. You just gotta love her.. **Shines teeth.. :)

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    1. Aha Nah Egbon.. Dont come and go and be doing us like this fa..Shuo! Kilode.. Give us Ajala gist toh Hawt nah :(

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    2. Hiya Egbon! How are you?! Ehmm.. **Scratches Head.. Egbon Its the Last day of the Month of April, and the Challenge needs you.. Please I beg you in the name of Brussels.. hehehe and the Eiffel tower to please update (Eeheenn **Light Bulb A certain SomeBoRRy is owing a Certain someboRRy an Eifffel Tower Picshur Tag Lori Instagram oh **Crying in French) Please Clara... Your Travel Tales about how you almost got kidnapped, or missed your flight or Did Babi allah gimme money always make the Competition waaayyy Brighter.. and it wont be same without you.. **Wears Sad face and drops head... Pretty Please Egbon.. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeee :)

      P.S: I cannot deny that I am a tad worried about you.. I mean we all are.. We do hope you are good though.. Insha Allah, I Will reach out ASAP. :(

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    3. Egbon, i need your help... There is something wrong with Esther, and in the light of the fact that I am learning that the challenge is not about victory, but about tne bond as we are sharing as friends... i am worried about her. Please if you can, kindly say one of those things that make everything alright to her... Pretty please.

      The link is:http://thewayestherseesit.blogspot.com/2015/04/15-for-15-challenge-my-woman-tales-4.html#comment-form

      Thank you for being an Angel to me lori blogger... a kpe laye oh Amin... GOD bless you Bubba

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  7. Hahahah oh my Clara, that was some adventure! Du hast als obdachlose gelebt hahaha mein Gott! Tut mir leid aber das war ein Abenteuer oder? Ich hatte Angst für Sie aber dein ajala leben hat so lange begonnen!

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  8. So I'm in bed, phone in hand, laughing my headoff, sometimes clutching my chest at another twist in the story. Thank God is something we can laugh about now. Couldn't have been funny then. Guardian angels...where would we be without them?

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