Gareth, Jenn, Jorge and I spent the last 2 days leading Roza and her husband, Stephen, around NYC, living vicariously through their wonder at a place we fondly call home.
Sometimes you don’t have to travel very far to discover you can once again feel like a tourist in your own city.
The next morning they work up early to take the group to our nation’s capital, Washington DC via Megabus.
After a long day of sightseeing, the group crashed at the seedy District Hotel, the next most affordable lodging in DC second to your friend’s couch.
But you get what you pay for: they only offered 4 beds even though 6 was paid for, Jenn was stranded without a place to sleep, Gareth was about to punch the receptionist for being rude and not letting him in the hotel without me there, the hotel refused to offer cots for Jenn, and by sundown I was making international calls to Ireland and convincing HostelWorld to rescind the payment for not rendering any the services we paid for. HostelWorld even contacted me back within the hour and said they were taking our side after speaking with the Hotel.
Suffice to say, stay here only if you absolutely have to.
This morning, on only 2 hours of sleep, Jenn bravely headed to Reagan International Airport to pick up their rental car for the rest of the first leg of the trip. Next stop: North Carolina!
– At time of posting in Washington DC, it was 62.6 °F – Humidity: 25% | Wind Speed: 23km/hr | Cloud Cover: Sunny