Let’s just say my luck ended when I left the airport. When I
got to the train station I tried calling my parents and Cara. But the payphones
they had did not accept calling cards. So I figured I would go get my tickets
then try and find some other phones. To redeem your train ticket all you need
is the confirmation number and the card you paid with. What I didn’t realize is that I purchased
them on a card that I had just recently cancelled and left at home. So I had a
little spilt second “oh crap I’m screwed” moment then went and found one of the
station assistants. They pointed me to the ticketing office who told me to call
the online help number and they would straighten it out. Well I’ve already
covered my luck with the pay phones so what I ended up having to do was swipe
my credit card and make the call (and therefore
have no idea what the charges were). I was able to get it straightened
out fairly quickly and then was able to call my parents to let them know I made
it.
**UPDATE: Apparently these calls costed me 25.50 in all**
Just after this I grabbed a bagel and used some of the change to make a phone call. I got connected all the way to Cara, she picked up, and I said this is Adam. At this point the phone promptly clicked off with no warning to insert more change. After this I decided to just give up and wait on my train. So far my rail experience has been much different than my airline one. Wrestling with pay phones, turning around constantly, and becoming utterly confused by the departures board all came together to give me this feeling of being very small. I’ll admit it was definitely intimidating being alone and having things go wrong somewhere I had never been before. But I think it was a good experience for me.
Now, running on 25hrs without sleep, I am sitting here listening to the chick facing me eat really disgustingly and trying to make sure I don’t fall asleep and miss my train stop. It has definitely not been a dull beginning to this trip.
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