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Sunday, September 05, 2004
Chi-Chi-Ago
Our time in the Windy City has been...interesting. And by 'interesting' I mean riddled with problems in the beginning to being slightly less riddled with problems now. Leaving Louisville, our bus was an hour late. An HOUR. The driver did give us his name and told us to call Greyhound to complain so we could get discounted tickets on our next ride though. w00t. Being an hour late meant that we didn't get into Chicago until 1am, and suddenly we couldn't find a place to stay for the night. The entire city was booked up and our hotel (as we discovered much too late) was about 45 minutes from the downtown area. A taxi ride to said suburban hotel was going to cost at least $55. Well damn. After some waiting, calling around, yellow page searching and a long chat with an incompetent woman at the hotel we were supposed to be booked at, we decided to take the cab and head to Willowbrook where the hotel was. In the cab I realized that $55 USD equals about $72 CAD. Oh lord. At 2:00am, we arrive in Willowbrook, IL, which is so not Chicago. This is the richest, most pretty little suburb I've ever seen. The city is at least half an hour away and the last couple of days we've been pilfering free shuttle rides from the hotel next door. The shuttle only takes us to the train station and we still pay for our tickets there so don't go thinking that we're such thieving people. Even though we know we are. Not that anyone would ever suspect us because the crime rate here is -7000% and it doesn't look like anything remotely bad happens ever. Especially not hotel-guest-fraud. Downtown Chicago has been interesting...lots of things to see, manymany huge buildings, some of which are beautiful and gothic-y. Went to see Second City last night which was gut bustingly funny. We're spending lots of time just relaxing here at the hotel which is only costing us $32 per night, and gives us the pleasures of free breakfast, tea at all times, and a pool. |
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