Is The Advice That People Give You Worth Listening To?

 

Playa del Postiguet in Alicante Spain.
Playa del Postiguet in Alicante, Spain. Is it as bad as some reviews would have you believe?

I am in Alicante, Spain for the month of August as a vacation as well as to see if it is someplace I might want to live or at least spend a few months a year.  Being on the Costa Blanca, which is about 120 miles of towns and cities on the beach, I was planning on exploring some of the beaches.  In my first few days here, I went to downtown Alicante to get an idea of the city and where everything is. There is a beach right in the city center called Playa del Postiguet. I walked by it and took some pictures although I didn’t come there to swim that day. From what I saw, it looked like a nice beach although admittedly, it wasn’t very long or wide so it was pretty crowded.

When I got back to my hotel and did some research on the beaches in the area, I read some really bad reviews of Playa del Postiguet along with some good reviews.  Some of the bad reviews did not pull any punches saying things like the sand is completely filled with broken glass and cigarette butts, the water is dirty and there are particles floating in it, and that the beach is plagued by an army of thieves that will steal all your belongings as soon as you sit down.  Well, I didn’t see any of that when I was there but I listened to the advice of some of the people who posted that a better beach is in Playa de San Juan which is just north east of Alicante and can be reached by the tram system. The tram to get there took me about an extra 30 minutes longer than it took me to get to Playa del Postiguet, but it was a very nice, clean, wide beach with plenty of space and very nice clear water.  So I figured this beach would be the one I went to whenever I wanted to go to the beach.

Walking around downtown Alicante a few times and seeing all the people going to and coming from Playa del Postiguet got me thinking. If this beach is so bad, why are people still going there by the hundreds? How come they are not covered in dirt from the dirty water? How come their feet are not bloody from all the broken glass in the sand? How come they still have their cell phones in their hands and do not have the angry look of someone who had all their belongings stolen? I figured that I had to see just how bad this beach is for myself. So I went one day to have a swim and see how accurate the reviews were.  The water looked fine and I could not tell the difference between the water here and in Playa de San Juan. I did not cut my bare feet on any glass. In fact, I did not see any broken glass or cigarettes in the sand. I did see an odd water bottle cap or two lying around. I did keep an eye on my stuff when I was in the water, but I did not see anyone lurking around my stuff or anyone else’s for that matter. The beach was crowded but I was able to find a spot. The worst thing about the beach in my opinion was that it cost 9 Euros to rent a lounge chair and 9 Euros to rent an umbrella. If you did that every day for a month that would be 540 Euros which is more than it costs to rent many 3 bedroom apartments in Alicante.

So why were the reviews of the beach and my experience very different? Were people just lying about the beach? Did I just go there on a day where the water was clean, the sand was clean and the army of thieves took the day off? The truth is probably somewhere in the middle. Like I said, there were many good reviews about the beach, but maybe I focused more on the bad reviews.  What I have come to realize is that there is no accounting for what types of people are making these reviews. Everyone knows people that will act like it’s the end of the world if the slightest thing is not to their liking. You know people like this. They complain if their beer is not absolutely freezing, or the train is 2 minutes late, or the shower in their hotel room doesn’t have the pressure they are used to. In real life you know to take their complaints with a grain of salt. Online, it is hard to know if the person giving the review has a real gripe or is just really particular with how they like things. Also more people write reviews when something goes wrong than when everything goes as it should. Or maybe some of these reviews were old and things have changed at the beach.  Now getting a cut from a piece of glass or getting your things stolen is a real gripe and I don’t doubt that it has happened, but I doubt that the beach is “full of broken glass everywhere” and that there are an “army of thieves” operating there every day.

This is a small example of the more common bad advice I get from people who warn me not to go to the country I am traveling to. The funny thing is that almost all the time, the people who warn me about where not to travel to have never actually been there. They have no firsthand knowledge of the place, but somehow saw a bit about it on the news and now know that it is not safe to go to.  I know they mean well, and there are some real dangerous places that I don’t have a desire to go to, but if you listened to everyone’s second hand advice, you would never go anywhere or do anything.

Here are some examples of advice I have been given on why I should not go someplace:

2006 Rio de Janeiro, Brazil:

The man at the check in counter at JFK Airport in NYC told me and my friend that when we get to Brazil we have a good chance of being kidnapped from the airport and taken to various ATMs around the area to withdraw money from our bank cards. I was also told not to wear my watch (a $60 Casio watch). We were a little concerned being told this by the guy who worked for the airline, so we took some precautions like taking off our watches and being very aware of our surroundings. What we noticed after a while is that we were the only ones not wearing a watch.

2009 Medellin, Colombia:

Just about anyone I told about this trip had the same comments about getting kidnapped by FARC or questioning jokingly if I am in the drug trade.

2010 Bangkok,Thailand:

People were warning me not to go because of the government protests and unrest in some parts of Thailand that they saw on the news.

2015 Athens, Greece:

People warned me not to go because the Austerity Vote was going to take place while I was there and there could be problems, protests, strikes etc. They did have a bank holiday and put limits on ATM withdrawals for Greeks while I was there, but I came prepared with extra cash just in case.

2016 Kiev, Ukraine:

Many people warned me about going there because of the fighting and the plane that was shot down about 2 years ago. I’m not sure if they realized that Kiev is about 500 miles away from Crimea where the problems are.

Taking advice about where to go or what to do from someone who has never been there or never done that is not a good idea. Sometimes, you just have to take a look for yourself to make up your own mind or see if it really is how they say it is in the media. Most times you will find it is not how they portray it to be. Hell, even if I just stayed in Florida and vacationed at Walt Disney World in Orlando I would still have people in New York telling me it is too dangerous to go there because of the recent shooting.  I guess the only safe vacation place is my couch.

How A Team Of Subway Pickpockets In Athens Greece Almost Ruined My Trip

 

Subway pickpockets of tourists in Europe
This is the train I was in when they tried to pickpocket me. The accomplice stood where the girl with the blue shirt is standing with her back towards the open door. The pickpocket was about where the girl with the backpack is standing.

About a week ago, I was in Athens Greece visiting family and kicking off a two month trip around Europe. I was getting on the train on a very hot July afternoon and I wasn’t really expecting any problems at my aunt’s local train stop. I also had my backpack on which probably marked me as a tourist. That was probably my first mistake.

Waiting on the platform I didn’t notice any group of suspicious people. I admit, I was looking at the woman security guard who had what looked like some kind bullet proof vest on, but she had no gun.  Anyway, there weren’t many people standing around me, but when the train pulled in and I moved from my spot a little to get in a car that looked less crowded, it seemed that there were now five or six people standing with me at the train door that I wanted to get on. I guess not thinking anything of this was my second mistake.

As you can see from the picture above, there is some kind of metal divider in the middle of the train door entrance. I walked in on the right of the divider behind a guy that went into the train first. The man in front of me stopped only about three feet into the train and I was stuck behind him because another guy came in behind me. So now I couldn’t move forward or backward because there was someone in front and behind me. I also couldn’t move to the left because of the metal divider and I couldn’t move to the right because it also had a metal divider. I was boxed in! I have rode New York City subways all my life and everyone knows that when you get on the train, you move all the way in to let the people behind you get in and also to get your own personal space if there is room. The strange thing was that the guy in front of me did not move. He just stood there with his back to me. If the train was packed, this would have been his only choice, but the train had a lot of standing room. This made no sense to me. For a second I thought it was some cultural thing to not care as much about personal space as Americans do. Before I could consider if I should ask him to move forward so at least I can walk out to all the available standing space, it dawned on me that he was doing this on purpose.

I immediately looked down at my two front cargo shorts pockets and put my hands over them. When I looked down at my left pocket, sure enough, the guy on my left on the other side of the metal divider had one arm with a folded jacket over it covering what he was doing with his other hand. His hand had one of the two buttons on my left pocket open. In another second or two he probably would have had what was in my left pocket. I had 900 Euros and my credit cards and ATM cards in my left pocket and my passport and $1200 US dollars in my right pocket.

After I grabbed my pockets I pushed both of them out of the way breaking their box they had me in. The pickpocket said to me “Take it easy!” in English. I said to him “I know what you’re doing!”.  I turned to face them with my back to the opposite door making sure no one was behind me. At this point I wasn’t sure how many of them were working together.  I was looking at everyone, including women and children, not sure if they are working with them. I just stared down the three I knew for sure were in on it as the train pulled out of the station. I wasn’t sure if they were going to try to jump me and get out at the next station.  I just stood there with my arms and legs apart and watched them while they acted nonchalant like nothing happened. No, I am not Chuck Norris or an MMA fighter; I just figured that they do their thefts in a non confrontational way so they would probably not try to continue with me after they have been exposed. The rest of the people on the train didn’t seem to notice what was going on and I doubt would have got involved if the situation got worse for me.

When the train pulled into the next stop, about six people got off. I can’t say all of them were working together, but there were definitely three and maybe up to five of them. Had they known what was in my pockets, I don’t think they would have given up after my resistance. Of course, if they pulled out a gun or knife I would have given them whatever they wanted because money and passports are just things that are replaceable.

So besides this article being a travel tip on staying alert, what does this incident have to do with anything? Well it shows you the importance of diversification even in a micro sense. If I had everything in one pocket and they stole it, I would be in a really bad position and probably have to really delay or cut my trip short. If they just got the Euros and credit cards, I still had cash and my passport in the other pocket. Had I lost the passport, it would be the most devastating in terms of getting new travel documents, but I would still have cash and credit cards.

Now you might be thinking, “If you didn’t have all of that in your shorts, you wouldn’t have this problem in the first place.”.  That is true, but the only other place to put them is my backpack which can also be stolen. This incident made me think that I need some kind of passport and money holder that goes under my clothes that pickpockets do not even have on their radar.

Just because this happened in Greece, it doesn’t mean that Greece is more dangerous than many other tourist countries. As a matter of fact when I was around 14 years old around 1985, my cousin (who is only a few months older than me) and I got robbed in broad daylight in Times Square in New York City on Thanksgiving Day.  This was no pickpocket either, the guy steered us to the outer edge of the sidewalk while many people walked by. He picked us because he followed us into McDonald’s and saw my cousin break a $10 bill to buy a 50 cent ice cream cone. He said he had a knife and would stab us if we didn’t empty our pockets. We emptied our pockets with one hand while we continued to eat our ice cream with the other hand. He got about $15 between the two of us. He then told us to walk and not turn around. As we walked away eating our ice cream and walking towards the 49th Street subway station, my cousin asked how we would get on the train with no money. I told him not to worry because I had a $20 bill in my sneaker. I guess even back then I was weary of putting all my eggs in one basket.