Location: Rome, Italy
Location: Athens, Greece
This morning, the AirBnb hostess offered to drop me off at the metro since she was driving her mother to work as well.
That meant I had 15 minutes less to pack my things which were (typical of me) strewn everywhere.
Fortunately, I did manage to pack everything, even taking into account what I should leave in my checkin bag (US$20).
(Later the hostess e-mailed to say that I forgot a dress in my cabinet. That’s not too big a deal.)
I had breakfast at the train station at one of the coffee station. As usual, it was a standing café bar and everything was consumed quickly.
While I walked to the express train platform, I realozed that the bottom of my hand carry felt wet. To my horror, the cap of my bottle was open.
Taking most of the things out, I realized that the effect wasn’t too bad. The cardigan which I stuffed in to mop up the water was damp but not dripping wet.
As for my netbook, it’s battery side had some water but everything else looked OK. To be safe, I decided to wait a long while before switching it on.
On the train, I spent some time trying to figure out how to open the table so I could charge my iPhone.
I pushed, pulled, banged and knocked. On the end, I realized that I needed to push the panel up, not inwards.
The express train to the airport was fast. In 30 minutes time, we reached the airport.
At the easyJet terminal, I was told that my flight had been rescheduled from 12:40 to 15:00. Oh well, we have to embrace things out of our control.
The queue for easyJet’s checkin was horrible. It took me an hour or so to get my baggage in.
I witnessed two old ladies (one with a Canadian passport, the other Italian) jumped queue like a boss. Just unabashedly push pass others (especially if they are German or Asian).
The wait for the plane was slow. I ate expensive airport food, drank a cappucino, tried to turn on my computer to pass time.
Finally, it was time to board. The shuttle that was taking us to the plane didn’t leave even though it was fill until the other bus came to pick the rest of us up.
EasyJet had a nice plane. Their inflight magazine was hip with articles about music festivals.
Even their inflight meals were co. They serve Starbucks instant coffee and sparkling wine–all at higher price than on land.
I snoozed on the plane with my mouth open. All these days of sightseeing was taking a toll on me, I’ll take things slower in Athens.
We landed in Athens airport a little after an hour and a half.
The signs to the Metro station were clear but when I got there, I found a sign about train stations with so much greek alphabets that my jaw dropped.
I did figure out my train and got to my hotel safely.
At the hotel, a bubbly receptionist greeted me. It was Helen who wad from the Philippines.
When I asked where to go for dinner, she asked me to join her pizza dinner with another hotel guest.
The other guest, Scott, was from Australia and had a big beard with long hair. He was into heavy metal and just came from a heavy metal cruise where people drank a lot of beer.
He also planned to travel for four months, focusing on Europe. I didn’t share my four-month career break because it felt odd blurting it to a stranger.
Now I am in my room. My airconditioner makes noises that sound like the motor of a noisy fishing boat. I’ll take it as a lullaby.