Eavesdropper

During our tour break, we walked around and stumbled upon a dainty chocolate shop. Excuse me. Let me rephrase that. A dainty handmade chocolate shop/cafe.

I was sold at ‘handmade’.

Because we had a ‘part two’ to our tour, we just grabbed 2-3 pieces of chocolates.

The minute we took our first bite, our eyes widened and unanimously agreed to go back to the shop, the next day.

The next day, we transferred to another accommodation (because we miscalculated our stay. Silly, I know.) to somewhere nearer to the train station which is also walking distance to many places.

From there, we walked to city centre, Charles bridge, other bridges, snap pics ere’ and there and decided ‘it’s show time!’

Chocolates come hither!

If you must know, I do NOT like chocolates. I despise them. Except for Kinder Bueno. They’re different. They’re life!

(Since) Staying in UK, it brought out sides of me that’s hibernating. A whole new level of food demon. For example, I begin eating, cooking and appreciating Indian cuisine. (Few years ago, I rolled my eyes, had appetite breakdown, at the words ‘Indian food today?’ and went all  ‘Godddd, what kind of punishment is this!?’ deep inside.)

Now, I even ask Dave for curry recipe, Shakirah for aloo masala’s, Sorted Food for prawn pakora’s and even came up with my verrry own butter curry rice.

How did I get from chocolates to Indian cuisine!?

Back to chocolates people!

Kinder Bueno aside, I’d gladly give up other brands. Until UK. Cadbury and Milka are my two favourites… because they have biscuit in their chocolates.

It was a very cold day. After sorting our agendas, we retraced our way back to the café. Got lost multiple times – we went in circles – in the cold, it’s not funny. To comfort the heart, we bought some macarons along the way. Y’know, in case we’re actually in bermuda triangle, we have some food rations.

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But Alhamdulillah (Thank God), we finally found the café. The moment we stepped into the café, we felt home. Well, at least me. It was warm and probably had everything I need. Except for Wifi password.

The lady who served us the day before was there and got us seated.

We asked for wifi password. ‘2 minutes,’ she said.

*waited*

10 minutes later… Got to us with the menu without Wifi password. Again, we asked for wifi password. ‘2 minutes *again*, I’m coming (with the wifi password),’ she said, this time with conviction.

*waited*

10 minutes later she came to take our order without the Wifi password.  Err, we were ready to order like… 7 minutes ago? But since the café was packed, we let it go.

Before I put the idea into you that I’m a brat who can’t survive without Internet connection, lemme tell you another side of this story.

While we were waiting to place our main order, you know, the staff took forever, we looked at our map for the most convenient route back to our new accommodation. Looking at map’s all day, we decided to buy the chocolates first. The chocolates section was on the other end of the café and has to be ordered separately.

In Singapore, to let the world know that the table is taken, is to put a packet of tissue or an umbrella as a sign that you’ve marked your territory. Saw this practice many times back at home but never tried it till half way around the world.

Left the map and other stuff on the table, grabbed our valuables and went to the chocolate section. Chat with another staff, grabbed few chocolates later and when we went back to our table, voila! I only see the table.

MY PRECIOUS MAAAPPP!

“How will I reach back to my accommodation!? Will I ever leave this city? Will I be stuck here forever? Will I see my father again? Will I see my brothers again? Will I see my bears again? Will I be in an English country againnnn???” were the thoughts that came across my mind, JUST, when I saw my empty table.

Which, people, is why I needed WiFi for my backup plan… Google Maps.

By this time, a group of people just arrived and sat behind our table.

As the lady served our orders, she took the orders of the table beside us. Like us, they asked for the Wifi password.

Already in our 30 minutes mark in the café and no sign of Wifi password. Almost went to that neighbouring table and told them to forget about the Internet.

With food in front, one makes no disrespect by abandoning the food. Not for other people. Not even for Internet.

While waiting for the many 2 minutes, another staff approached our neighbouring table with a slip of paper. No prizes for guessing the content on that small piece of paper.

That paper should’ve been mine! Shove that cake and keep calm Aqilah.

*puts cake in mouth*

Then, my cousin was busy browsing through her phone for our pictures that day and looking if she’s saved any map in her phone.

As this mouth was closed chewing and savouring the dessert and warm tea, the ears (which fortunately [in this case] can’t be closed) starts picking up noises and conversations.

At the neighbouring table.

..finally, let’s get connected.’

One guy who already got connected read out the password to his friends.

Conversation continues.

*30 seconds later*

Friend 1: Can you read it out to me?

Friend 2: 1123

Assuming they were talking about WiFi password, I told my cousin, “I think the password is 1123. I heard the guy said to his friend. Let’s try it!”

Keyed in 1123. *Wrong password*

Me: Maybe it’s 11123. Let’s try again.

*Wrong password*

Gah. Let’s just forget about it. For real.

The female staff passed our table, once again, and asked if everything is okay. We smiled, said ‘yes’ and nothing about the Wifi. I was so tired of the word ‘WiFi’ that day.

Then, the golden words came out from her mouth, ‘Have you got the Wifi password?’

‘Nope,’ I said, smiling.

‘*gasp* I’m coming right now with the password. 2 minutes!’ she said, walking toward our neighbouring table and asking them for the Wifi password slip.

2 SECONDS LATER, it was in our hands.

Like A-YO! Finally!

This is the password:

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So much for 1123 or 11123!

As you can tell, or not, the handwriting is a little illegible. But it’s okay. If we can take almost an hour to receive this password, we can take less time to decipher it.

Why don’t you figure out the password. Answer’s below.

Did you get any of this?

HUEGBTBR469? HUEG13T13R469? HclEG13T13R469?

If you did then, congratulations! All of it is wrong!

That’s it! I got up from my seat. Shamelessly walked to our neighbour with the WiFi password paper and politely asked them to help me decipher the password.

They just laughed off when I told them what I thought the password was.

Should’ve apologise for eavesdropping on their conversation too while I was there but obviously, my manners flew off elsewhere. Oh! and the password isss……

Answer: H4EG13T13R469.

*facepalm*

The ‘4’ and ’13’ just throws me off. Is it a ‘B’ or ’13’. Is it ‘U’ or ‘cl’. Couldn’t for the life of me figure out that it’s 4.

To my neighbour in that cafe that may nevvvah, see this post, I apologise for listening to (part of) your conversation. You guys spoke in English. After few days of Czech language flying around my head, I miss people who could speak English, thus eavesdropping.

I assure you, after getting connected to the internet, I no longer listen to your conversations. Teehee. ✌️

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I said ‘No!’ but they said ‘I Love you’….. How liddat?

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Cinderella glass slipper what?

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Could’ve given this to me for my tea but nooooo.

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They gave me a shoe instead.

Try ‘1123’ or ‘11123’!1916085_10153266039608244_4127458509933919800_n

I guess not.

Gahhh!!! The Belvedere white chocolate (the very one I’m holding on to, dearly) is sooooooooo Ghood!

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🌍: Prague, Czech Republic.

📷: K. Fathiah

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