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Fawlty Towers in Venice

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Playing in High Tide

Playing in High Tide

When I left you last I had just realized I was on a train to Venice and my passport was at the Forum Hotel in Rome. I had four hours to sit on that train and worry. It gave me time to figure out a plan. I would get to the hotel in Venice and they would call the hotel in Rome who would, of course, immediately overnight my passport to me. It was a Saturday but I wasn't leaving until Tuesday. Plenty of time to ship it out on Monday and get it to me on Tuesday.

With plan in hand I left the train station in Venice and found my way to a taxi stand. The driver motioned for me to go stand on the dock and he would pull the boat up to me. Just then a really large ship went by and the dock started bobbing and weaving. It took everything I had to keep my suitcase from falling into the water. Did I mention I get motion-sickness? That driver couldn't pull that boat up fast enough. Finally I climbed into the taxi and away we went. He didn't speak English (why should he?) but I gave him the name of the hotel. After about 25 minutes we pulled up in front of Piazza San Marco and he motioned for me to get off. I just stood there staring at him. Exactly where WAS my hotel? I didn't even know which direction to head. I pulled out one of my 10 Italian words 'dove' - where - and he pointed in a direction. Now I'm in Venice, dizzy, dragging my suitcase through Piazza San Marco on cobblestone, through the hoards of tourists, it's hot and I don't really know where to go. Finally a very nice waiter pointed and down a side street I went. I have to say the location of the hotel was wonderful. It was a Best Western. The Albergo San Marco. Soon I was opening the door and walking into what I thought was a quaint lobby. It only took me a few moments to realize I had stumbled upon the Venetian Fawlty Towers.

I half ran to the front desk. They will save me. A very odd, and I must say, very rude man waited on me. I explained what had happened and waited for their help. What followed was a 30 minute skit with all three hotel desk staff giving me one reason or another why they couldn't do anything at all. Nothing. Nada. No help with calling the hotel in Rome. No help with Federal Express who I later learned doesn't deliver overnight to Venice. No ideas. No help at all. In fact, after I stepped away for a moment and then came back to ask one more question the odd little man actually threw his papers onto the desk, let out a grunt of disgust and snapped a poor excuse for 'can I help you?". I was shocked.

Thank goodness I had a xerox copy of my passport so I checked into the hotel. I went up to my air conditioned but very warm and humid tiny little room and sat down on the bed with absolutely no idea what I was going to do. After a few minutes and a few sniffles, damn the cost, I called my mom.

Posted by rhonwphoto 08:55 Archived in Italy Tagged boats venice hotel train lost taxis

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