As the taxi takes off and leaves me stranded, reality sets in that I am truly alone and have no idea what to do. "Ok," I say to myself while trying not to hyperventilate, "you're on your own so get a hold of yourself. You can figure this out. You're a smart girl."
This positive self-talk is all I can do to keep from freaking out and seriously breaking down on the street and throwing a big bitch fit. Lets take stock of the situation. I'm in Australia by myself, I am in what looks like a crap neighborhood, and supposedly there is a hotel here somewhere; although that still doesn't seem probable. As I'm trying to keep myself calm by looking around, I see this door with a small sign and the name of my hotel. Ok, this is good news. I actually found the hotel, but where is the lobby and why are there no people here? For the hundredth time, I ask myself "What is the deal with this place?" I had talked to the people from the hotel on the phone before leaving America. They assured me that I had a reservation and that the price was fifty dollars per night. Admittedly, I should have questioned how any nice hotel would be such a bargain, but being from a small town USA I am used to standard chains being relatively inexpensive. The other thing that I'm confused by is that as I was preparing for my trip, I had been talking to people online and asking questions about life in Australia. I informed my online friends where I'd planned to stay and they didn't give me any hints that this was a bad idea.
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Survival of a naive travel nurse.
De TodoI'm 25, and taking off on my first adventure overseas. Naive and unprepared only begins to describe me. This is my chance to get out on my own and see the world. I have some concerns though. I'm going alone, have no one coming to help navigate, and...
