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Waiting For My New Bank Card – Day 26

20 November 2009 No Comment

Friday 7th August 2009 – Spain

The object of the day today was to get back to the Calatayud campsite, collect my new bank card, and set off on my way to the rest of my trip. It was, however, very different.

I’m already a little sad as my newly acquired tan is beginning to peel at a rate that seems inhuman. I wanted to maintain it and arrive back home to a sea of jealous faces, but now I look as though I have a skin condition. My marooned-on-a-desert-island beard is also irritating me lately.

I set out early as I intended to, and actually arrived at the campsite by 9am, but had to wait until 10am for the reception to open. At this time I re-entered the familiar site, and set up camp again, not looking forward to the day of waiting, especially as the sun was particularly fierce today already. I managed to bend a fair few pegs in the process, all my hard work bending them back again being undone.

I sat and waited until lunch for the FedEx courier to arrive, with no luck. After many hours of boredom, the clock hit 4pm, and I was still waiting. 7pm, and utterly board and frustrated, the card still was not in my possession. I was told it would be with me by 8pm, so I still had an hour left, but I wasn’t feeling too optimistic. And by 8pm I had already been told by my parents back home that there had been another problem. Apparently FedEx couldn’t get to the campsite because there was traffic, or something similar, so they turned back and returned to Madrid. I was gutted, and extremely angry with FedEx. They told us “Anywhere in the world, 24 hours”, and said it proudly. So far I had been waiting for 5 days, now it was going to be Monday that they would try and redeliver. They don’t deliver on weekends. Great service FedEx!

So now I had no money, food, fuel or water, and nowhere to stay as of tomorrow, and now a phone that I cant charge as the charger seems to be faulty. At least it couldn’t get any worse I guess. It got me to thinking about sleeping in my car, living off grass and ants. Possibly not my best moment of the trip so far.

This is the point I realised how nice and helpful the campsite owners were. The guy didn’t speak any English, but his son, who had been living in USA for a while, spoke great English, and helped immensely. They took pity on me, and were determined to find a way of getting money to me, even offering money from their bank account to see me through. I was very touched. They gave me water and offered me food, and said if there was anything else I needed to just ask. They also informed me that the post office in town did accept Western Union, so I had a way of getting money from home.

I took a short drive from here into town this evening just to check that the post office did accept this form of money transfer, and to my delight, it did. It was a Friday night, and this relatively small town was getting very busy. There was a small open lorry that was driving around the town, people sat on the back playing trumpets and various other brass band instruments. It was very odd, but very lively. Actually quite fun to be honest, which was surprising for me to think, seeing as I was desperate to get out of this place. I think its beginning to grow on me.

I took the car back to the site and went to bed, fully disappointed, yet happier that I was being helped out by the campsite that I have spent my time picking holes in.

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