Roma was incredible...
Well, when you skip past (probably) the worst flying experience i've had yet! I reached Edinburgh airport kinda excited.. to find out that actually, my BA flight was delayed to London, therefore I would miss my connection to Roma. They offered me a re-routing getting me there 2 hours late, which I accepted. Only to then tell me my re-routing flight was delayed and would get me in 4 hours late. Instead they put me on my original delayed flight to London and then changed my London - Roma flight to Alitalia. (What a rubbish airline!!!) I had to run back and forward pushing all my luggage on a cart 5 times. Eventually, it was sorted and I went to drop my bags off and check in for my new flight. The STUPID man at that stands at the beginning of the check out queues kept telling me to check in using my visa card with the BA kiosk. I told him I couldn't, my flight was changed and blah blah blah.. but noooooo, he wasn't listening. "just check in at the kiosk"... "just check in at the kiosk"... STUPID LITTLE BALD BA MAN!!!!!!!!!! I was sooooo angry with all the messing about the had already done, and then this stupid man wouldn't let me pass by to get to the check in desks. I shouted him to get out my way and he opened the lane that swirls around 5 times before it reaches the desk. (the lane thats used when there's big queues of people waiting. There was noone behind me!!!!!!! I screamed at him telling him to open the other lane that was a straight line... but no, he refused, telling me to hurry up. Maaaaaan i was soooooo angry at that stupid little man. and stupid BA. ALWAYS problems, ALWAYS.
Now would be a nice time to start on the Roma fun, but there's just a little idiotic behavior from the airlines left to blog about! I arrived in Terminal 5 of Heathrow with an original flight plan to also depart from there. But of course, my new plan needed me to go ALL the way to Terminal 2, which of course, is the furthest away. A nice addition was that I had some new shoes on which were KILLING my feet and I had to walk over 40minutes to get ti the next terminal.. and i was late!!!!! I arrived in T2 with NO idea was to where I was going. There were no signs, no help.. nothing. I was carrying two heavy bags and my feet were burning with blisters and I was lost and late. I threw my bags to the ground in the middle of the seating area and started to cry. I have no idea why, but I just couldn't take it. I was so stressed and really was so lost with only 1 cleaner in sight who couldn't talk English. It sucked. eventually I called Alitalia and they told me which gate to go to. The flight was boarding and I hadn't had the chance to check in yet..
When I arrived at my gate, I couldn't get in.. there was about 150 school kids scrambling around also checking in. Just my luck. I pushed my way through completely P*SSED off and approached the Alitalia staff. "Your late for check in, your bags won't get here in time, this is no good" he shouted at me. I just wanted to either cry or scream, so instead I calmed down, got my ticket and waited for aaaall the kids to pass me and took my seat awaiting the plane. The last leg of the journey actually sucked. I had a yuk olive sandwich and was stuck in the middle seat between a strange lady and a dam well rude lady. Great. I arrived and went straight to baggage claim as requested by Alitalia staff in London, but they wouldn't deal with me until all baggage passed through - just incase my suitcase had made it over. I waited... and strangely enough, some luck. For the first time that day.. My suitcase was there.. I headed out and there was Claudio awaiting...
And now for the almost-perfect holiday to start..
We drove toward the city and then around the city, catching up on the last 9 months of our lives. I was soaking up as much as possible out of the car window until suddenly I saw the most breathtaking view I have ever seen. We turned a corner and the lights appeared.. little by little the Colosseum was exposed to my eyes. I could hardly breathe.. It was like nothing else.. Incredible.. I cant describe..
Around 3:30am we reach Claudios place.. I met his ssssoooooo cute dog and settled into my room. Completely knocked I was out within seconds of my head hitting my pillow. Alarm set for 7:30am.. To see the beautiful Roma..
Well, when you skip past (probably) the worst flying experience i've had yet! I reached Edinburgh airport kinda excited.. to find out that actually, my BA flight was delayed to London, therefore I would miss my connection to Roma. They offered me a re-routing getting me there 2 hours late, which I accepted. Only to then tell me my re-routing flight was delayed and would get me in 4 hours late. Instead they put me on my original delayed flight to London and then changed my London - Roma flight to Alitalia. (What a rubbish airline!!!) I had to run back and forward pushing all my luggage on a cart 5 times. Eventually, it was sorted and I went to drop my bags off and check in for my new flight. The STUPID man at that stands at the beginning of the check out queues kept telling me to check in using my visa card with the BA kiosk. I told him I couldn't, my flight was changed and blah blah blah.. but noooooo, he wasn't listening. "just check in at the kiosk"... "just check in at the kiosk"... STUPID LITTLE BALD BA MAN!!!!!!!!!! I was sooooo angry with all the messing about the had already done, and then this stupid man wouldn't let me pass by to get to the check in desks. I shouted him to get out my way and he opened the lane that swirls around 5 times before it reaches the desk. (the lane thats used when there's big queues of people waiting. There was noone behind me!!!!!!! I screamed at him telling him to open the other lane that was a straight line... but no, he refused, telling me to hurry up. Maaaaaan i was soooooo angry at that stupid little man. and stupid BA. ALWAYS problems, ALWAYS.
Now would be a nice time to start on the Roma fun, but there's just a little idiotic behavior from the airlines left to blog about! I arrived in Terminal 5 of Heathrow with an original flight plan to also depart from there. But of course, my new plan needed me to go ALL the way to Terminal 2, which of course, is the furthest away. A nice addition was that I had some new shoes on which were KILLING my feet and I had to walk over 40minutes to get ti the next terminal.. and i was late!!!!! I arrived in T2 with NO idea was to where I was going. There were no signs, no help.. nothing. I was carrying two heavy bags and my feet were burning with blisters and I was lost and late. I threw my bags to the ground in the middle of the seating area and started to cry. I have no idea why, but I just couldn't take it. I was so stressed and really was so lost with only 1 cleaner in sight who couldn't talk English. It sucked. eventually I called Alitalia and they told me which gate to go to. The flight was boarding and I hadn't had the chance to check in yet..
When I arrived at my gate, I couldn't get in.. there was about 150 school kids scrambling around also checking in. Just my luck. I pushed my way through completely P*SSED off and approached the Alitalia staff. "Your late for check in, your bags won't get here in time, this is no good" he shouted at me. I just wanted to either cry or scream, so instead I calmed down, got my ticket and waited for aaaall the kids to pass me and took my seat awaiting the plane. The last leg of the journey actually sucked. I had a yuk olive sandwich and was stuck in the middle seat between a strange lady and a dam well rude lady. Great. I arrived and went straight to baggage claim as requested by Alitalia staff in London, but they wouldn't deal with me until all baggage passed through - just incase my suitcase had made it over. I waited... and strangely enough, some luck. For the first time that day.. My suitcase was there.. I headed out and there was Claudio awaiting...
And now for the almost-perfect holiday to start..
We drove toward the city and then around the city, catching up on the last 9 months of our lives. I was soaking up as much as possible out of the car window until suddenly I saw the most breathtaking view I have ever seen. We turned a corner and the lights appeared.. little by little the Colosseum was exposed to my eyes. I could hardly breathe.. It was like nothing else.. Incredible.. I cant describe..
Around 3:30am we reach Claudios place.. I met his ssssoooooo cute dog and settled into my room. Completely knocked I was out within seconds of my head hitting my pillow. Alarm set for 7:30am.. To see the beautiful Roma..
