If you are familiar with my blog, you may already know that every trip I take, has a bad day.  It has yet to be anything tragic.  I haven’t been assaulated, robbed, physically damaged, or anything like that.  There just always seems to be a full day where every single annoying, not tragic, simply annoying, thing will happen to me.  Well dear readers, yesterday AND today were those days.

I am on week six (?) of a ten week trip so I guess I was overdue.

Last night, I boarded an overnight train from Tbilisi, Georgia to Yerevan, Armenia.  There are 2 beds per room. I was hoping for my own room.  I tried to buy 2 tickets to have my own room, I was told no.

I board and so far, so good.  Own room.  But then in the room next to me, a couple is standing in the doorway, berating a man for sitting on one of their beds.  I ask him if he is in seat #6, in my cabin.  He starts to move his stuff but shows me his ticket which clearly states he belongs in the cabin the couple just kicked him out of.

The train attendant comes over and checks everyone’s tickets. The couple does not belong in this cabin, they don’t even belong in this car.  This car #3 for sleeper tickets.  They have row 3 seats in car #4.  They do not like this and begin insisting they bought sleeper seats, which their tickets do not show.

The guy though, is a nice guy and says that he can move if they want the beds and THE TRAIN ATTENDANT LETS THEM STAY.  And now I have a roommate that I don’t want.

The train is super hot until overnight comes and then it gets a bit cold but feels wonderful.

I arrive in Yerevan needing a shower.

Whenever you arrive in any train or bus station, you will have cab drivers approach you and be very aggressive.  If you want to take a minute to catch your bearings, nope, not allowed.   I am often mean because just go the fuck away from me.  if I want a fucking taxi, IIIIIIIIIIIIII will find YOU.

I make my way through the train station just “nope”ing every can driver out of here.   But as always, Super Duper Persistent Cab Driver is on the prowl.

I use the ATM.   Or at least, I attempt to.  Does not work.  Try it again.  Does not work.  Third time, no?  So I try to get cash from a credit card.  Nope.  What the fucking FUCK.

I realize someone is behind me waiting for me to leave so I step aside to see if he can get cash, so I know if it is the machine or if it is me.  As I am waiting to see, Super Duper Persistent Cab Driver stands in my face telling me he can take me to a cash exchange place.  No I want  you to move out of my way so I can see if that guy can get cash.  “Supermarket, 24 hour cash exchange.”   Great.  I don’t have any cash to exchange.  I need an ATM.  “I can take you to ATM.”  MOVE SO I CAN SEE IF THIS FUCKING GUY CAN GET CASH OR NOT.

The guy gets cash.  Fuck.  WHY won’t my cardssssssssss work.  I want to try one more time.   Super Duper Persistent Cab Driver will not get out of my face.  I have zero cash.  I don’t know if there is an ATM outside easy to find.  I can’t see past his face which is in my face.  Despite the fact that I have yelled at him multiple times, and told him many versions of “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE”, he never does and as a result, I end up in his cab.

I did not need to be in there.  I could have wandered outside and solved my own problem by trying a different ATM.  But fuck it, let’s go off and let this guy rip me off by overcharging me.  Woo boy, welcome to Yerevan!

The first place we stop, he points me to a cash exchange window.  I yell as I am repeating myself that I do not have cash to exchange, I need an ATM.  He points further and there is a bank of ATMs.  Oh.

First ATM works on my first try.

He then cannot find my Air BnB.  He calls my Air BnB guy and finds out where to go.   He pulls over on the side of a street and tells me I need to walk up this other street.   You aren’t going to drive me?  “No, one way.”   FINE.

I walk up the street and….keep walking…..past my Air BnB.  So far past it.  Guys, WHY.  I don’t know why I never once looked up at an address?  I just saw this brand new apartment building in the distance and assumed it was mine?   Meanwhile, totally passed mine.   Walked down a gravel filled street, dragging my bag, sweating, exhausted, starving.   Walked forever.  And then realized my mistake and had to walk allllllllllll the way back.

Finally back at my Air BnB, I meet the host and he takes me to the apartment.   As we are in the elevator, I imagine I am going to take a shower and pass the fuck out.  Right?  Wrong.

As he is exiting my apartment, he informs me he will be bringing me the wifi router.  You will be doing the what now?  Bringing me a wifi router?  When?  “2 to 3 hours.”

TWO TO THREE FUCKING HOURS?!?

He says he will try to bring it sooner.  What the fuck is this fresh hell?

I need to shower, am scared that if I shower, he will show up with the wifi router.  I decide fuck it and take a nap.  Except the window near my bed doesn’t have anything to cover it.  I wake up about an hour later with the sun burning me.   I text Air BnB guy.  Wifi router will be here “soon” so I guess I can’t shower.

I decide to go out and get groceries.  This is fun because it is HOT outside.  My card got rejected again but a second swipe and it went through.  Whew.

I get back to my apartment soaked in sweat and decide to ask how to turn on the air conditioner.  Guess what?  I can’t because the apartment is so new (I am the first person staying in it) that the indivudual temperature control, like the wifi router, has not been installed yet.

I just about lose my shit when the guy asks me if I am looking for “heat or cool?”  Well it is EIGHTY FUCKING DEGREES OUTSIDE so clearly I am looking for cool.

An hour passes, no wifi.

Another hour, no wifi.

I need to shower. I would like to sleep. Waiting for wifi.

Finally I snap and text the guy and tell him I am requesting a full refund.  I am told my wifi will be here in one hour.

I begin my work day at 5:00 PM, using my phone as a hot spot but it is super slow dial up level wifi.   I am able to travel the world while working remotely.  The only rule is I need to be online during working hours.  I cannot get online.

FINALLY HOLY SHIT the wifi shows up.  I smell so gross from not showering but I have wifi!

I log onto a work meeting and hear this weird “fffffft” noise and suddenly I am in the dark.  No electric.  No lights.  No wifi.

It comes back on and I decide I am going to write a blog post about this instead of whining about it on Facebook.  I do that a lot.  Type out long Facebook posts and think “Why not post on your fucking BLOG you loser?”

So I go to my blog.

And it is gone.

Of course it is.

I reach out to Blue Host and they tell me that my autorenew was set to manual and since I did not pay to renew, my blog was deleted.  My blog was what now?  And of course, since I am the world’s shittiest blogger, I didn’t even notice it was gone for over a month.

What a perfect fucking thing to happen at a perfect fucking time.  ANNOYING DAY!

If you are reading this, you know that my blog is back!  Bless the kind people at Blue Host for helping me.

Also, if you are a blogger, back up your blog right now.  Learn my lesson.