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Mar. 29th, 2005 07:53 pmVenice
Day 0 - Trying to Get there (March 29, 2005)
Getting to Venice was a nightmare. Remember that horoscope about mustering my patience and bravery for the long weeks ahead? Well, that actually happened - the mustering I mean. I didn't get pissy-bitchy until after we landed in Marco Polo, at the end of our travels (sort of). Heathrow to Amsterdam was a whole 'nother story. Actually, Heatherow wasn't all that bad, and getting to it was OK, too. Funny story at the station though - a policeman dragged a kicking and yelling young Female Brit with Cigarette out of the station, yelled at her for a bit, then dragged her back in still yelling. Highly amusing. Well, at Heathrow, Mom and I ate some dinner (Garfunkel's - really bad/slow service, with sub-par food, don't eat there), then watied around for our gate to be called (after chekcing in and watching men ding te security gate and get wanded). Finally, though our flight had been delayed 20 minutes, we managed to board our plane. Where we taxied for 10 minutes just to get to the runwayto take off, and then sat for at least another 10 minutes to take off. Once in the air, however, it was pretty smooth sailing. I wish I had had some paper and the words to describe to you what it was like flying through the clouds. It's what I would imagine soaring through nothing would feel like 0 going through a sort of non-color and feeling weightless. It was great. Anyway, on our flight (KL 1022 for anyone who cares) they actualy fed us! Mom and I were surprised.
Then we landed in Hell. Schipol, Amsterdam to be exact. *shakes head* Those people just don't know what they are doing. Or, well, they're so uptight about security, but don't have all of the technology to help them. It's hard to explain. But just to get to our plane we had to go through two metal detectors. And mom got stopped twice. Also, they didn't tell of us of our gate change. So we had to run to the first gate, then run back to the right gate and UGH! Those people just don't have it together. I don't think my mom will ever go through there ever again. Which is a pity, because I would like to see Amsterdam myself.
After another long plane ride, we ended up in Marco Polo which has absolutely no security measures that mom and I could see. We just walked out with absolutely no problems. Maybe they figured that since we'd already gone through Schipol, we were all fine. Heh. Then we caught a waterbus to the stop near our hotel. "Near", of course, being an extremely relative term. Please remember that we landed at MP at about 11:00 PM. We didn't check into our hotel until 12:30. About an hour of that time was spent riding the boat to the stop at San Marco. *shakes head* Too long. Then we had to find our hotel, and since it was so late, there wasn't really anyone around to ask directions. Well, either way, we made it there and finally collapsed on our beds for a much deserved rest.
Day 0 - Trying to Get there (March 29, 2005)
Getting to Venice was a nightmare. Remember that horoscope about mustering my patience and bravery for the long weeks ahead? Well, that actually happened - the mustering I mean. I didn't get pissy-bitchy until after we landed in Marco Polo, at the end of our travels (sort of). Heathrow to Amsterdam was a whole 'nother story. Actually, Heatherow wasn't all that bad, and getting to it was OK, too. Funny story at the station though - a policeman dragged a kicking and yelling young Female Brit with Cigarette out of the station, yelled at her for a bit, then dragged her back in still yelling. Highly amusing. Well, at Heathrow, Mom and I ate some dinner (Garfunkel's - really bad/slow service, with sub-par food, don't eat there), then watied around for our gate to be called (after chekcing in and watching men ding te security gate and get wanded). Finally, though our flight had been delayed 20 minutes, we managed to board our plane. Where we taxied for 10 minutes just to get to the runwayto take off, and then sat for at least another 10 minutes to take off. Once in the air, however, it was pretty smooth sailing. I wish I had had some paper and the words to describe to you what it was like flying through the clouds. It's what I would imagine soaring through nothing would feel like 0 going through a sort of non-color and feeling weightless. It was great. Anyway, on our flight (KL 1022 for anyone who cares) they actualy fed us! Mom and I were surprised.
Then we landed in Hell. Schipol, Amsterdam to be exact. *shakes head* Those people just don't know what they are doing. Or, well, they're so uptight about security, but don't have all of the technology to help them. It's hard to explain. But just to get to our plane we had to go through two metal detectors. And mom got stopped twice. Also, they didn't tell of us of our gate change. So we had to run to the first gate, then run back to the right gate and UGH! Those people just don't have it together. I don't think my mom will ever go through there ever again. Which is a pity, because I would like to see Amsterdam myself.
After another long plane ride, we ended up in Marco Polo which has absolutely no security measures that mom and I could see. We just walked out with absolutely no problems. Maybe they figured that since we'd already gone through Schipol, we were all fine. Heh. Then we caught a waterbus to the stop near our hotel. "Near", of course, being an extremely relative term. Please remember that we landed at MP at about 11:00 PM. We didn't check into our hotel until 12:30. About an hour of that time was spent riding the boat to the stop at San Marco. *shakes head* Too long. Then we had to find our hotel, and since it was so late, there wasn't really anyone around to ask directions. Well, either way, we made it there and finally collapsed on our beds for a much deserved rest.
