Travel Journal: Northern Ireland
But I tried to look on the bright side. I had probably seen more of the city than everyone who had come on the shuttle, and I had already met some very friendly people from Belfast—all of whom were willing to help with directions (just not very good at it). When I finally got up to the desk, the lady started searching for my name on a list.
population of cats. I made
friends with this one on my
way to my room the first day.
“James, I don’t see your name. Did you state on your application that you would be arriving early?” “Yes. And Queen’s sent me a confirmation email two days ago.” “Let me see...it appears you signed up to arrive on the 13th of August.” I hadn’t. “I’m sorry, your room isn’t available at this time.” “Oh.”
Five minutes later.
“My mistake, James. Your room is ready. Did you order a bed or kitchen pack?” “Both.” She began looking down her list again. “James I don’t see your name down for a bed or kitchen pack. Did you mark this on your application.” “Yes.” “Did you get a confirmation?” “I think so. Anyway, do you have any extra available?”
Five minutes later.
“My mistake, James. You are on the list.” After everything was supposedly in order, they told me to sit and wait and an RA would show me to my room in a couple of minutes. About half an hour later, they got around to this. And it turned out I only live about two minutes from reception.
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