At least I have confirmation that “travelling” is not the transcendent experience for me that it is for (apparently) everyone else. I came on this trip because I wanted to pretend I was a real person, now I’ve just spent more money than I can afford and I’ll be wishing for years that I bought something I actually wanted with that money.
It doesn’t help that this city is so insanely expensive. For somewhere built on water they sure do charge a lot for it. Charging someone for water and toilets in a fucking nightclub? Seriously?
Now I’m sitting waiting for my friend to sober up (as he got absolutely wasted) so we can get out and actually do something. Something expensive with long lines and lots of screaming children probably.
I want to go home.