Happy New Year - Jan 1/2
Happy 2007 everybody! I've got one resolution only and that's to travel much more than the last one and to plenty of new places. Here's a little summary of the last couple of days. Well it turns out that the country region that my parents live in don't celebrate New Year! There wasn't a firework to be seen or a cheer to be heard and I actually failed to notice the clock strike 12! We ended up celebrating it at 01:00 am (Midnight in UK). Actually got to bed relatively early at 02.30 after escaping from any more Pernod.
Woke up at 07:00 to leave for MILAN! Which is about a 1000km away, the first lift of the day is from my dad who takes us about 5 hours away to the highway! It's a good job because all the roads passing through Villefranche, Rodez, Mende, Le Puy to St.Ettiene, were as dead as a dead person's sex life.
From St. Ettiene we hitched a car from the petrol station to Lyon with some Algerian looking dudes, they dropped us off in a good spot more or less, just had to climb a small embankment and walk along the road a bit before stopping another car - this time a pompous old git (thanks for taking us though :-)), with two kids in his car who took us to the Peage.
At the peage, we caught a ride to Chambery with a stereo typical old french bloke playing mad music and talking to me with a funny accent. From there we caught a ride to the Torino suburbs with a youngish Italian couple. An hour of waiting (after getting a bit worried due to noticing that the station wasn't a 24hrs one) and then another young couple stopped and took us to Milan in a very flash car.. (had a tv screen and went like shit off a shovel)
Catch the metro into Milan Centre, have a bite to eat and then get on the airport bus to Milan (Bergamo).. (can't remember the real name of the airport but it sounds something like Orio .. I thought they were biscuits though). So we're at the airport at 12.00 am (that's 13 hours before the flight after unbelievably quick hitching on a Sunday and on a holiday - insane, I'll have to wear that mini skirt more often!)
At around 01.00 am, we were rounded up by security and there was mutterings about tickets, this got me a bit worried since I wasn't actually boarding a flight and didn't feel like sleeping outside.. it was cold. About 30 people (everyone in the airport at that time) were moved to a terminal for charter flights, the security were acting like right little mussolini's talking only in italian and just pointing to random things and we could have been being rounded up to a concentration camp for all I knew. A flight to Bradford (all of places) had been delayed by 14 hours by weather conditions. We slept on the floor in a sleeping bag and at 3.30, were ushered back into the other terminal again. Fuck sake, I just wanted to get some shut eye. Unable to sleep on the shitty steel chairs, I read until 7pm and then dozed off for 30 mins. Looking forward to leaving Italy, everything is expensive.
Woke up at 07:00 to leave for MILAN! Which is about a 1000km away, the first lift of the day is from my dad who takes us about 5 hours away to the highway! It's a good job because all the roads passing through Villefranche, Rodez, Mende, Le Puy to St.Ettiene, were as dead as a dead person's sex life.
From St. Ettiene we hitched a car from the petrol station to Lyon with some Algerian looking dudes, they dropped us off in a good spot more or less, just had to climb a small embankment and walk along the road a bit before stopping another car - this time a pompous old git (thanks for taking us though :-)), with two kids in his car who took us to the Peage.
At the peage, we caught a ride to Chambery with a stereo typical old french bloke playing mad music and talking to me with a funny accent. From there we caught a ride to the Torino suburbs with a youngish Italian couple. An hour of waiting (after getting a bit worried due to noticing that the station wasn't a 24hrs one) and then another young couple stopped and took us to Milan in a very flash car.. (had a tv screen and went like shit off a shovel)
Catch the metro into Milan Centre, have a bite to eat and then get on the airport bus to Milan (Bergamo).. (can't remember the real name of the airport but it sounds something like Orio .. I thought they were biscuits though). So we're at the airport at 12.00 am (that's 13 hours before the flight after unbelievably quick hitching on a Sunday and on a holiday - insane, I'll have to wear that mini skirt more often!)
At around 01.00 am, we were rounded up by security and there was mutterings about tickets, this got me a bit worried since I wasn't actually boarding a flight and didn't feel like sleeping outside.. it was cold. About 30 people (everyone in the airport at that time) were moved to a terminal for charter flights, the security were acting like right little mussolini's talking only in italian and just pointing to random things and we could have been being rounded up to a concentration camp for all I knew. A flight to Bradford (all of places) had been delayed by 14 hours by weather conditions. We slept on the floor in a sleeping bag and at 3.30, were ushered back into the other terminal again. Fuck sake, I just wanted to get some shut eye. Unable to sleep on the shitty steel chairs, I read until 7pm and then dozed off for 30 mins. Looking forward to leaving Italy, everything is expensive.
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