Once our adventures in Sofia were over (see Exploring Bulgaria – PART 1), we packed our bags and jumped into our black rented Hyandai Getz, only 26 Euros per day, dropped off and picked up by a very friendly Phillip (who paid our parking and even let us keep it an extra night as we couldn’t get back in time at the end of our trip). We then drove out of the city. It was the first time we realised just how inadequate our GPS really was. It had a lag equivalent to that of dial-up internet. Not the best thing when you’re in a busy capital city and need to be on the “perfect highway” which will take you through the mountains to Velikov Tarnovo, our hilly little mountain escape. Continue reading
Getting lost is part of the adventure. I whole heartedly agree with this. However at the time, if you have an appointment to meet someone, have to work or are all alone at night in a massive city, it’s more of a slight inconvenience.
Just like the night I first arrived in Rome (see post “Why thanks Rome“), my first public transport bus ride was a ‘slight inconvenience’. It was my first weekend in Rome and keep reading ‘just a slight inconvenience’
So I arrived in Rome at around 9.30pm on the night of the 17th. This means it was around 5.30am back home. I was SO tired, had been on a plane for the second day in a row for 11 hours, and the man in front of me kept fidgeting and attempting to push his seat back further. I just wanted to find my hotel and not have to carry my 20.1kg suitcase (I tried to hard to stay within the weight limit) around for a minute longer. Thankfully my English passport ensured that I sailed through customs, so as soon as I got my suitcase I was out of there.
When booking the flights I had also booked an airport shuttle as I didn’t want to deal with the public transport system straight after a long flight. You’d think this would have made life easier. Apparently not.
I found the shuttle company easily enough. After they were happy with the amount of time they had made me wait, the guy behind the desk took me, it seemed to the other side of the airport. By this time, my arm was just about falling off and I was saturated in sweat as it was sooo hot and I was in my ‘I freeze in the plane’s air conditioning so I’m wearing long pants and boots’ outfit.
The ride there was nice. Air conditioned and pointing me in the direction of bed. Or so I thought! When we finally got there he dropped me off at the address they were given by the travel agent, which in hindsight I really should have double checked. However there was not a backpackers or any hotel for that matter in sight. I was in a completely nondescript street somewhere in Rome, with no map and my phone wasn’t working at 11 at night. What a welcome. So I did what any rational, sane however completely jet lagged person would do. I started to freak out a little. Some nice germans who I ambushed on the street pointed me in the direction of hotels. I then asked a very lovely receptionist how to get to my backpackers. And then I set off walking with my massive heavy suitcase and all my hand luggage.
Two and a half hours later from arriving at the airport, I find my backpackers, I’ve had a shower and am about to collapse into a dead sleep. I’m just glad its a double bed as I know I won’t be sleeping in one of those for a while!