Hi all
In order to allow me to organize my thoughts I have decided to divide my adventure into three parts.
The first part looks at our (Eric and I) to the airport:
As with everything this adventure started with a single event and in this case it was me leaving my apartment and handing over the keys at 9 in the morning and by 9:45 we were on the train headed to Brussels (the trip was to only take 2 1/2 hours). By 12:15 we were told that there had been an accident between the city we were and Antwerp and we would have to catch a bus. By the time the bus got into Antwerp (after the bus was late it got lost) it was about 2:00 and we decided to take a train straight to the airport. We were told that the trip would take 1 1/2 hours so we figured that we would have enough time to get the airport, well we were lied to and it took almost 2 hours to get there (now this would not be a problem but our flight was at 4), and the train didn't take us to the airport but rather a train station about 20 minutes from the airport. Upon getting to the train station we ran and hopped into a taxi (now I don't know whether the taxi driver was just crazy or the worried look in our eyes) who proceeded to drive at 140 k/h all the way to the airport and after a sprint to the gate and a little begging they allowed us to get on the plane (HAHAHA success). It was nice that the airplane was very empty so we were able to spread out a little off to Morocco to go!
In order to allow me to organize my thoughts I have decided to divide my adventure into three parts.
The first part looks at our (Eric and I) to the airport:
As with everything this adventure started with a single event and in this case it was me leaving my apartment and handing over the keys at 9 in the morning and by 9:45 we were on the train headed to Brussels (the trip was to only take 2 1/2 hours). By 12:15 we were told that there had been an accident between the city we were and Antwerp and we would have to catch a bus. By the time the bus got into Antwerp (after the bus was late it got lost) it was about 2:00 and we decided to take a train straight to the airport. We were told that the trip would take 1 1/2 hours so we figured that we would have enough time to get the airport, well we were lied to and it took almost 2 hours to get there (now this would not be a problem but our flight was at 4), and the train didn't take us to the airport but rather a train station about 20 minutes from the airport. Upon getting to the train station we ran and hopped into a taxi (now I don't know whether the taxi driver was just crazy or the worried look in our eyes) who proceeded to drive at 140 k/h all the way to the airport and after a sprint to the gate and a little begging they allowed us to get on the plane (HAHAHA success). It was nice that the airplane was very empty so we were able to spread out a little off to Morocco to go!
Wes, That's CRAZY! Train, bus, automobile, plane . . . . all just to get to Morocco. Well I guess you didn't have to resort to horse/camel, but still . . . . Looking forward to part 2.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, wow, close call! Thats amazing that you actually caught the plane!!! That must have felt like the LONGEST few hours EVER!
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