Daily Archives: 8 August, 2006

anatomy of waiting in line…


finally after more than 3 hours…  zakopane, poland


just couldn’t get him to fly away… he kept posing  zakopane, poland


end-of-day pint with two gutarists (if only i could get guinness to sponsor my travels…)  zakopane, poland

decided to do a bit of hiking today. decided to take the cable car tram up 3000 feet to the top of the tatras, put one foot in slovakia and one foot in poland, then spend the afternoon walking back to zakopane. here’s what i didn’t decide on… waiting in line for 3 hours to take that tram. so how does that even happen? i get in line. i can’t see the front, but i’m by myself so i don’t have the luxury of having someone hold my space in line while i go check it all out. the line doesn’t seem so long, i think maybe iユve got a half hour wait. seems like we’re all inching along at a good pace. what i don’t realize is that there are only 2 trams that leave 10 minutes apart and hold about 25 people each. by the time i figure that out, i can now see the front of the line. it has been 45 minutes. well, i think, i have nothing else planned for the day, i can wait a bit longer… i’ve stuck it out THIS long. another 30 minutes and the line just stalls. people are moving forward, but the queue becomes more populated as the places being held for food foragers and bathroom goers fill in… at this point the self-loathing kicks in… how could i have wasted an hour and a half and clearly there is another hour to go… i bet i can hike to the top faster than this line moves… but now it’s too late in the day… if i start now… naw… better see it through… 2 hours… i hate myself… i truly question my capacity for decision, and yet somehow can’t allow myself to have wasted 2 hours… i have to see this through… 2 and a half hours… i’m at the gate… 3 groups of reservations pass ahead of my group… damn them! but i’m at the front… HOW can i leave NOW? so finally we’re herded into the tram and it shoots off up into the fog and within minutes we’re up at the top and all is forgotten… i don’t hate myself anymore… but after a long hike down the mountain, i see a sign that points back up the way i came saying 3 HOURS… i would have rather spent my 3 walking up a hill in a blizzard than stanind in line… but that’s not the decision i defaulted to… okay, shrapnel of self-loathing can still be found…