I refrain from making up my mind about it, even as I wander around Utrecht's train station, after having tried to buy myself a pair of sox to come to grips with my hypothermic physical and mental state, having gotten wide-eye-quasi-LOLed at when the vendor lady saw me flashing not one but 3. She instructed me to ask a guy at the other end for money activation via change into smaller bills, because nobody outside Italy supposedly takes them, so I did, and got 2 hundos changed into 4 fitties, as he let fly a condescending "let's help each other out", because I should be glad that he changed even just one bill without asking for a fee, apparently. Why is there nobody talking about this?
Thought I was gonna get to see the Teamliquid's / Alienware Training Facility's interior, even went around in the cold to ring the bell but no dice. Wanted to buy a bunch of weed in Amsterdam but the plane I thought was gonna fly directly from Paris to Papeete was gonna fly through San Francisco, instead, later that day, and I was to be told that I needed a visa or visa waiver to be able to take the trip. Now, I knew about the whole 'can't get a visa-waiver because even though I'm a Hungarian citizen, I wasn't born in Hungary' ordeal, since my visit to the United States of Northamerican embassy in Bern, but somehow, courtesy of my suboptimal state (no doubt), as hinted at I got mindtricked into thinking that that's not going to be a problem anymore; since it was gonna be a direct flight.
So, without any time to get weed I get into the train to Paris, which, for some reason, didn't get cancelled on account of strikes, even though every Ter train leaving from Basel did --the reason for having taken a fairly clutch deal for a 40-euro nighttrain to Amsterdam instead of freezing to death. In the train to Paris, 140 euros lighter, I spend the journey in-between compartments' sitting areas, but at least I managed to pay with one of the non-grata bills.
At the Orly airport, now, it's raining and I don't know what to fucking do so I buy the ticket to for Reunion, managing to lose the last non-grata bill, and get in the plane. Cost me 1000 francs to arrive where I wasn't intending to get to, absolutely fuck-all drugs involved. I wish I had bought some weed, the security check was lackluster and there's just one exchange office offering to give me 89 euros for 100 francs, of which I still have 1750 made carrying heavy, old, dusty, moldy furniture up and down stairs together with psychopaths at EMMAUS, for less than 1/6 of the money people working at welfare organizations make for telling me to sweep and mop the floor and clean the toilets in exchange for some food and hygiene.
Anyway, do you happen to be a swiss person in Reunion who might be willing to offer me a less unfair exchange rate, bound to require francs anyway, once you return? Or how about some aid in my endeavor to earn some euros..