Vacation with strangers. “The lawyer got drunk to death and paraded around in see-through underwear”
I read a text about leaving with a stranger from Facebook and I would like to describe my two stories – one negative and one positive. You can’t generalize that it’s always bad, although it can be terrible.
I’ll start with the nightmare. I am a fan of the Caucasus, just like the author of the text about skiing, I am single. On one of the travel groups on Facebook, I posted an announcement about going to Georgia and Azerbaijan. First, the lawyer came forward that yes, she was interested. We wrote a lot and she seemed like a nice person. Planning has begun. The entire program of the trip was written down point by point, every accommodation, every little expense. She didn’t even offer to help me with anything. Apparently, she was supposed to know English so that we could complement each other, because I know Russian very well.
Already with the electronic visa to Azerbaijan, the girl had a problem. Well, that’s what I helped her fill out. Not long before we left, we were joined by a third girl, a manager addicted to plastic surgery. The trip started with problems, because the lawyer’s train derailed. All the way to the airport, we organized transport for her so that she could catch her flight. We had booked accommodation in different standards, but all at the same price, most in the configuration of a double bed and a single bed.
Right after the arrival of Miss plastic surgery, without even asking us, she took a single bed for herself. The first walk around Tbilisi started with moaning why we walk so much, and the trip was supposed to be active, which was clearly stated in the announcement. The ladies talked mainly to each other, ignoring me and treating me as a free translator and organizer. The next day, our driver appeared, a nice boy who knew a little Polish. The ladies treated him with superiority and contempt, they did not even try to make contact with him. Miss Botox, of course, took the best seat in the car, making it difficult for me to communicate with our driver, whom I had to distract by giving him directions from the back seat. He asked us to switch places a couple of times, but the lady was unfazed.
Georgia is a conservative country, a woman should dress modestly, and there is a dress code at the entrance to the church – a woman should wear a skirt or a scarf imitating a skirt. The lawyer, the fact that she had an impeccable figure, didn’t care about this fact, not only that she had a sulk when she was told to leave the church she entered in leggings so tight that not only underwear was visible from under them. On the next night in the so-called guest house with a Georgian family, she walked around the house in see-through lace underwear as if it was the most normal thing in the world and not only did she not mind the men living there with us, it was also an additional incentive for her. During the evening’s party, she had drunk herself to death, screaming half the night, not caring that the other people staying at the lodgings wanted to sleep.
The more so that at dawn the gentlemen went out to attack the nearby five-thousander. Even then, some sick rivalry began on her part that she was the alpha female and I was the stupid goose. I left the house and stayed half the night outside to cool down a bit.
The ladies were so unembraced in life that they couldn’t even do the exchange at the exchange office on their own. Suddenly they jumped on the driver when it turned out that he is also a photographer and can take cool pictures for them on Facebook. I was completely ignored and isolated. On the third day we went to another city, we stayed in a luxury hotel that had just opened and offered a great price, the same as in all our other places, but it turned out that the ladies did not even bother to take an interest in everything I sent them at the stage of organizing departure. Miss botox threw herself at me with fists and insults from the worst, that how dare I order such an expensive hotel. I left the room and burst into tears. For all my time devoted to the organization, in which they did not even deign to join, despite being informed about everything before leaving, about every price, about every point of the program, I was met with rudeness, aggression and insults. Tired and humiliated, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it turned out that the ladies took the driver, telling him that I had given up and went sightseeing without me.
My endurance threshold has been exceeded. I tried to buy a return ticket to the country, but it turned out that the next few days are sold out. I found a taxi to go back, if only to Tbilisi, and get rid of the company of ladies. After returning from sightseeing, I handed our driver a large amount of money and asked him to take care of it, and I resigned from further trip. God, what was the indignation, it turned out that the ladies have no idea what the trip plan is, or where the next accommodation is. To this day, I don’t know how you can be so irresponsible! I gave all the data to the driver and got into the taxi myself. My plan was to return to Tbilisi and wait for the day of departure. And here I had a pleasant surprise, my taxi driver turned out to be a very nice man. When I briefly told him the story of my “great” holiday, he not only drove me to Tbilisi, but also spent the night with a family in the city and the next day took me to another place on my itinerary.
This situation gave me wings. Instead of staying in Tbilisi for over a week waiting for the return flight, I decided to make use of my visa to Azerbaijan, bought a ticket for the night train and woke up in the morning in fabulous Baku. This is how my first solo journey began. I could write a novel about what happened to me in Azerbaijan. Not only did I visit Baku and the surrounding area, which was included in the original plan of the trip, but I visited the most important places in Azerbaijan, including the magical village of Xinalq. It was the best trip in my life, a real fairy tale from “One Thousand and One Nights”, although it started so badly.
But there was also a positive story. Since I don’t get discouraged easily, I posted a similar ad the following year. A girl came forward who not only bought a ticket from the finish line, but also got involved in everything, looking for accommodation. Not only that, when the driver who was supposed to accompany us on the most beautiful part of the trip abandoned us just before departure, she was the one who mitigated the problem and decided that we would see something else if we didn’t succeed.
Her positive attitude pushed my commitment to the original program to its zenith. With the help of Georgian friends, I found a new driver, and I made her a beautiful tour through Armenia. And although we both have completely different characters and personalities, these 19 days together were one of the best trips I’ve ever experienced, thanks to her company and positive energy. She deserved with her behavior and attitude all the unique places I took her to and all the great adventures we had together. I wish you all such fantastic travel companions!
You cannot generalize, on travel groups you can meet unique creatures and fantastic people, as well as in life.
Kind regards
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