I write this post even if the jet will be published late. I'm in my new home in Ireland ... But first things first, or as
Lucarelli would say "let's put aside ..."
Click At 4:15 this morning ... fuck! The bus leaves at 5:30. Alghero: Boredom. I look at the points of departure for Rome, Milan and Frankfurt ... Just to keep me in training to ask a couple of Englishmen in a row in a tone that surprised even me, "Excuse me? Is the Ryanair check in here to London? "" Yes But it's not open, "answered the pretty British ... "Thankyou" I do "You're welcome" is her ... Go! first approach to overcome! Then comes my check in ... I approach all the pretty girl at the desk smug (sorry but I'm starting to think in English), I put my suitcase on the scale were convinced that weigh 22 kg ... But no. (Would always Lucarelli). It then weighs 25 ... 8.5 x 10 Euro = 85 Euro more ... fuck!
Okay 'check baggage all right ... laptop backpack ... perfect! Ryanair Flight ... you start to not understand half the things that mutters the captain ... distinguish clearly the buzz words "... to atterrammos Fonni. After a nice trip .... Loooooondraaaaa. STN. A quarter of an hour to figure out where you collect your luggage but then everything ok ... Let's check in front of Air Berlin ... auks I wonder ... you can do check in now? (It was one o'clock and the flight took off at 16:25) .. I came up with the smug do no less lovely maiden company's troubles and ask in a tone much less convinced of my gestures: "Excuse me? Can I ask an information please? She smiles and says "Sure." "It's possible to do the check in to Belfast now?". "Yes, of course" is the answer. Well, I think, and I put the suitcase on the scale .... 26 Kg! What the fuck! It should be 'the girl begins to scribble and type words on his computer Boche Kraut ... then he says something like: "iasyouwrekjedgiesintjjjssiiiidyedrs?" white and I can only stammer a "What? I do not understand. " She repeats, indicating the top handle of the suitcase to put the adhesive mimicking the luggage. So I say "Yes you can put this here" ... does not understand seems possessed .. rotates 360 degrees to the neck, drooling preliminary sentences in Latin ... When you need an exorcist is never found .... At the end of the case turns on its own and attaches the sticker in the side handle ... aaaaah now I understand! Then he looks at me and says, "you can just take hand-baggage only an" .. smile ... I become Calimero (also the voice that seems )..." Please, I'm going to study in Northern Ireland ... I need my laptop. " She just says ... "You can put it into the bag" ... Ok ... I had prepared for this. I pull out a bag (shoulder bag) loads of books I put the PC in the suitcase.
"Do you have any liquid inside?"
"No I do not."
"Elecctrical items"
"No."
"Weapons, guns chemical bombs ?.... Osama Bin Laden?"
"No. "
(this is more or less the speech that there was then).
I will not dwell on the fact that the guy who made us pay for the extra weight and I spoke for half an hour I realized the only excuse for the delay of the rest ... "There's not change ... I'm sorry ... (points to his watch) ... the time."
Lunch at Italian airport.
I feel a strong Milanese accent and I ask ... "sorry .. are you Italian? "
" Yes ".
answer "How do you eat here? Italian restaurant but it says you never know ... "
" It's not so bad ... a bit 'expensive perhaps ... "
" Thank you and good luck "
In the mood to take a Latin Caesar ... one of the worst sandwiches I've ever eaten ... plus pound cost ONLY 4:40!
Okay '... go to board which is better ... Gate 88 ... we are all one. Arrival
entry and a nice young lady like a crab in the balls says: "No trolley please"
Ok. abandon our shopping cart ... us closer together and said: "You can take just an only hand-baggage" ... fuck! Violated two or three principles of physics and can even bring your bag full of books in your suitcase ... if I weigh in hand luggage stop me directly (it weighs about 15 kg).
I pass the guy who checks the papers ... has a scale beside ... Bleaching ... I made the sign of ok. Step.
Arrival baggage check ... I take off all that may sound but I wonder if there is any electronic object within ... I do not feel that one has to lie to the face and confessed serial killer ... "There's a laptop ... mutters an "out out" dismantle everything and go. To put everything inside I played all my knowledge of quantum physics. We follow the signs
to the gate 88 when a firm c buddona who spoke English worse than me ... "Excuse me? do you speak spanish? "
And you ask me in English? It 's my first thought.
"No, I can not."
"Is this the right way to Santafè?"
That sucker has caught up to us ... poor thing ... I try to be good will and look at your boarding pass ... gate 50. Signs giving directions only from 1-49 and 81-88.
"I do not think so," I can say, "maybe in the other side ... try to ask someone "
" Thankyou ... Bye "
" Bye "I answer ... is the best I can do ... I wonder if there is then arrived in Santafe ...
arrive two hours before boarding ... there is still boarding easyjet!
wait .... wait ... I drink a cup of tea 'Twinings that sucks ... wait .... Part
the flight ... wow what a view!
arrive in Belfast and no one asks for documents (strange no?). Let's take a ride to the airport looking for Adrian, our taxi driver, but you approach a girl and us: "Are you italian"
"Yes"
"Do you have any problems? You're fine? "
" Thankyou Oh yes ... we're waiting for a taxi "
" Ok ... bye bye "
I still do not understand why we want to help ... Then another buddona
approaches with a University of additio folder and asks us if we Erasmus students and if we go to Coleraine ... I explain (I) we are waiting for a taxi that we booked and when we asked how much it cost and whether the university will reimburse Adrian approaches, the taxi driver.
Us and let's start ... Adrian is friendly, speaks so simple that I can understand (or so it seemed) and informs me that we are not alone, that he brought two students from London just yesterday ... Start one of the most absurd scenes of my life ... I start to chat (in English) and understand what I say! And he understands what I say! It makes me compliments for my English! It must just be crazy! We speak (Us) all the way and I can only make one faux pas: I say "I hope to learn Inglese ... No. I hope to learn Irish. " He says dry
: "In Northern Ireland we do not speak Irish ... We're British! "I caught a taxi driver
orange.
For the rest of the way he tells me that if I see a cop have to hide the cigarette because you can not smoke inside a taxi! But on the other hand tells me that it is legal to have a machine that warns of speed cameras .... says with an emphatic "It's crazy!". I agree.
Arrive in Portrush, I settle and discover with horror that my home is considered a public place (because I did not rent a private But an agency) and then through the house there are signs "NO SMOKING" ... I ask the now publicly known and Susan tells me that I can smoke only in my room with the door closed and that if I have to stop the alarm and open the "Clean the Air" was the term ..
After dinner in an expensive wine bar I went home and came back just as I was writing (and I know) my roommates French ... I have now conquered by telling them: "Do not worry ... I hate Materazzi Much More Than You. "
And after telling me that I could take what they wanted from the fridge and making sure if I had had dinner I was asked: "Have you seen the Chinese girl who lives here?" And so it was discovered to have a Chinese roommate is cool ... Maybe ... me maybe I can ... Nope you know they are a doormat ... but that's another story (say Lucarelli). Throughout this long post you may have noticed that I used a plural, but in relationships with foreigners and I always talked about just me. In fact, the girl who started with me have the knowledge of a roasted fish, the face of a roasted fish, roasted fish of sympathy ... will be an event that took roasted salmon for dinner? He has always refused to ask for information, saying "you go ... I do not know what to say ... "And because I know what I mean? It 'just what the best part!
The only relationship he had with foreign was "Yes, no, sorry and thankyou ... Then he looked at me bewildered ... I have had to translate everything they said the hostess, explaining the ingredients of the sandwiches .. everything! A total moron ... as if I knew much more then ... When I obliged to go and ask the men if Air Berlin boarding was open was simply to show your boarding pass with his face boiled fish shit ... I hate her already ... And tomorrow I have to go well at the university with her! And because of him I refused the invitation of the French (Breton) that you are very kind offer to come with me right ... bitch ... But then what can you expect from a ruling that Ulster [Δlstæ:] (is something like the phonetic spelling) ... I was saying ... Ulster pronunciation as [Ulster] (just as it reads!) and Irish [airisc] as [Iris] (no comment).
Okay 'is now midnight and I have to sleep ... this was more or less short (ahahahaha) my first day Erasmus ...
Hello.
PS: Read the comments of the old post ... I commented on that too ...
In the picture: I check in front of Air Berlin.
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