Buses, Boats, Trains, Planes, and Cabs Part 3
Trip Start Jun 12, 2006
62Trip End Nov 28, 2006
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A good night's sleep can change everything. We headed to Rome on the 8 am train, and as I watched the Italian countryside out the window, I felt a great sense of relief just to be going somewhere. Movement is bliss, not ignorance.
I have such great memories from Rome, and I loved the Italian capital so much, it was sort of welcoming in a familiar kind of way as we followed the ancient archways of an aqueduct into Roma Termini Station. This was now our third time in Rome, and we even briefly tossed around the idea of spending the night to see the catacombs or something else we missed the last time around.
Our connection was waiting for us, though, so we hopped on for the two-stop ride without getting tickets for fear of missing the train. No one checked either, and we got off at Roma Ciampino without even paying. It immediately began to rain again after we bought bus tickets to the airport. We waited for 15 minutes. We waited for half an hour. We waited for over an hour before we found a taxi to drive us to the airport, where we were literally just in time to buy "the cheapest tickets you have to Poland leaving today." And for those playing along at home, you can add two bus tickets to the total of unused transportation costs.
The flight was, of course, two hours late, but we managed to get seats next to one of the decent smelling passengers, and we promptly fell asleep.
It felt like we slept off the previous day, and woke up with optimism for a better Travel Day #3. It actually wasn't raining, but the sky was ominous. We went to the station and bought tickets to Rome, one of the possible places we could catch a flight to Poland. As the train pulled away from Ancona, we both took a deep breath and smiled.
We arrived to Rome with about 15 minutes to make the connecting train to the airport. There was no time to buy tickets, so we assumed we would buy them on board. Gladly, no one checked, so we chalked it up to a credit against the unused transportation costs we endured the previous day. We waited over an hour for the shuttle from the train station to the terminal (of course the schedule said at least two should have arrived in that hour), and finally decided to gather enough people to split the cost of a taxi.
We walked up to the "cheap airlines" counter and inquired about getting on the next flight to Poland...or any flight for that matter to Eastern Europe. The woman looked at us like we were crazy, but with about five minutes to spare until check-in closed, she booked us on the next WizzAir flight to Katowice, supposedly leaving in 35 minutes. We were told to "run" to check in and go through security. We listened, only to find out that we were two hours delayed. We had some crappy airport food and totaled our losses for all three days. We were incredibly disappointed that we wouldn't be meeting Chad's sister and her boyfriend, but short of hiring a charter plane, we did everything we could.
We scurried with the masses to board all at once and found two seats together (after moving away from some very smelly people). We both passed out for most of the flight, excited to be starting what felt like a new chapter to the trip.