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CobblYwobbles:
​Tales of Travel, LifE, and Anxiety

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Chapter Nine: Phantom Killers

8/1/2020

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         "Why do men feel threatened by women?" I asked a friend of mine..."I mean," I said, "men are bigger, most of the time, they can run faster, strangle better, and they have on average a lot more money and power."
          "They're afraid women will laugh at them," he said. "Undercut their world views."
            Then I asked some women...,"Why do women feel threatened by men?"
          "They're afraid of being killed," they said.

                                                                                                                Margaret Atwood, Writing the Male Character

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​2002: Layover in Vienna, Austria


I had fewer than 24 hours in Vienna on my way home from Greece.
I accepted a ride from a taxi driver hawking in the airport.  
Never do that.  ​Going outside to the public taxi line is a better idea. 
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​We had a very long ride on the Austrian Autobahn, causing the
​collywobbles! I was very glad to see the towers of St. Stephen's Cathedral.
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2003: Prague, Czech Republic


​Carolyn and I set out on the tram in Prague for a traditional Czech folk show. 
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Prague tram ticket
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The walk from the tram to the hotel, the site of the show, was easy and free of phantom killers. 
As we left the center city out into the suburbs, the passengers on the train ​started to make me uncomfortable.  We were glad to get to the Pyramida Hotel, but we took a taxi back to our hotel.
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2007: Alvor, Portugal 


​Susan found a traditional Portuguese fishing boat for tours with Captain Toby and his mate. 
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Left: Susan is happy and ready for our boat trip.


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Below: I, on the other hand, am terrified that we are in the hands of rapists and killers.  

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​​Once we left the Boca Inferno Cave, both of us safe and sound, I started to relax. 
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2011: Casablanca, Morocco


​When Hassan took us across the street from the hotel to purchase
​toiletries, ​he scared us into not going out by ourselves. 
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Our hotel was in the financial district and seemed quiet at night. ​Still, with Hassan's warning
and my collywobbles, I had a full-fledged panic attack after leaving Rachel at the party and
returning to my room. ​I agreed to see a psychiatrist when we got home. 
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    CONTENTS

    Preface
    Chapter 1: Flying Foibles
    Chapter 2: Heights and
    ​     Enclosed Spaces

    Chapter 3: Falling
    Chapter 4: Men
    Chapter 5: Penises
    Chapter 6: Women
    Chapter 7: Lost
    Chapter 8: Pickpockets
    Chapter 9: Phantom
         Killers

    Chapter 10: Calamities
    Chapter 11: Crossing the
         Street

    Chapter 12: Illness
    Chapter 13: Toilets
    Chapter 14: Food
    Chapter 15: A Diagnosis
    Afterword
    ​The Tour Directors
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