Antiques! September 1, 2007Posted by gordonwatts in travel.
Check that out. That is a real honest-to-goodness paper ticket! That ticket (was) worth real money. I could have gone and cashed it in for, uh, cash! Who knew those things still existed! Not I. So, you might wonder, how did I end up in possession of not one of those, but three!?
That is easy. We flew in Italy. Ok, that isn’t fair. The real reason is we flew on Al Italia. The day after they released a new business plan. A business plan that called for the laying off of some workers in Al Italia Express — the small airline partner to the big Al Italia. Indeed folks: a strike! Had all gone well, we would have been flying for a bit over 2 hours from Trieste to Marseille. Instead it was 15 and a half hours of busses, sitting in airports, waiting, lines, etc., before we finally made it home at 2 in the morning.
The day was full of little annecdotes. We met Marco, a computer programming consultant that was trying to go home for the weekend. After lots of delays and transfers, his last flight from Milan was canceled. Since he was going to have to come back for his job the next day he demanded Al Italia fly him back to where he started and refund the complete cost of the ticket – basically erasing the whole nightmare (I never found out if he got it).
In Trieste, we were put on a bus to Venice in hopes that things would be better. The trip is about 120 km, but in the middle of it he hit a traffic jam that went on forever! It was stop and go the whole way. No one (at least the Italians) seemed to care much. Paula is convinced that the real cause was space aliens, because my proffered explanation was too ridiculous to be true: a very poorly designed toll booth.
And after being put on a bus in Trieste they said “we can get you to Venice, and they can get you to Milan, but because of the strike there may not be a flight from Milan to Marseille). When we got to Venice the ticket agent said, “yes, I heard you had some problems in Trieste, but not here. You will be fine now.” As if the problems were only in Trieste. 🙂
And Paula called this beer the best beer she had ever had! That is saying something for Paula.