How I was robbed of 200 dollars in Poland | Let’s go

At the moment, I have been in the United States for a little over three weeks. Before that, I was in Poland. Poland. I don’t know how it makes me feel.

This was with a summer program called Angloville which teaches English to Polish children through volunteers and paid coordinators.

I was a volunteer, also called a mentor, and in fact, I would be really happy if I could come back next summer as a coordinator.

However, traveling alone in Poland was incredibly scary, and that had its downsides.

For example, less than two hours after being in Warsaw, the capital, I got into a bogus carpool car. This man told me the cost was just “the meter” and locked me in the backseat. My only excuse to enter is that I had been awake for over 24 hours and really wanted to access my Airbnb.

Anyway, when we got to my Airbnb (by the way, it’s safer when you’re traveling alone to tell the person driving something nearby, but not exactly, where you’re staying), it m ‘said the price would be 560 zloty, or about $ 150. It was a 10 minute drive. And for context, the average Uber in Poland is 11 zlotys or three dollars. I also only had 360 zloty in cash.

The more we sat there chatting, the meter kept going up, and he was threatening to take me to the police for not paying. Side note: I later learned that his license plate was probably fake, so where it would have taken me if I had said, “well, let’s go”, I don’t want to think about it.

I was tired, scared, and at this point, I was ready to throw up. He told me not to throw up in his car. I would like to know.

He eventually went to an ATM and told me that part of the ride would be free. He made me withdraw the equivalent of another $ 100, then just snatched it from the ATM. He still had my bag so I didn’t run.

Finally, we got back to the hotel, where he handed me a 20, or five dollar bill, and now forced me out of his car.

He took $ 200 from me. For a 10 minute ride. I ended up throwing up outside.

This is how I handled the situation. In the car, I told him I was French. I told her that my boyfriend and my mom knew where I was. I told him the Airbnb hosts were my cousins. I have told him everything that could cry out that I am no stranger to Europe, and I have people who know where I am and who I would miss.

After that, I cried for six or seven hours. I called my mom and boyfriend, and even though I hated myself for it, I had to ask them for money.

My next step was to debate whether to take an emergency flight home. I had three weeks in Poland and $ 50 in my bank account.

But I held on, in part because I was afraid to go back to the airport. And I had a great time with Angloville, and I promise to tell you more about the good times of next week.

As a moral or a closing point, if you are traveling in Europe, and Poland in particular, only use official ridesharing apps, like Uber. Or use public transport, which is really good once you get the hang of it. What if you find yourself in this situation. Don’t tell them you’re alone and try to look like you’ve traveled as much as possible.

Kidnappings are frequent there. Please stay safe.

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