Central Station Milan
29th – 30th May 2012
Well, I don’t quite know where to begin!! Bear with me, but I didn’t quite realise how much everything would be so different. I feel very naïve being this old and only just travelling overseas for the first time. I didn’t feel like shopping in Dubai – amazing I know but 15 or so hours on a plane will do that to you. I felt quite pleased with myself paying for lunch in dinars and knowing what to do to collect it with no trouble. There were young people having more trouble than I did – small things I know but I was chuffed.
Then I realised I didn’t have paperwork for a transfer from the airport at Milan to my hotel – panic set in for a while but I texted good old Sarah and asked her to look into it for me. By the time I got off the plane at Milan she had worked out I didn’t have one and should just catch the train to Central and the hotel would be close by. I ended up almost missing the plane in Dubai as I don’t think they call you like they do in Australia, was one of the last on, all adds to the excitement I suppose.
Anyhow got to Milan okay and took a shuttle bus from airport to Central for the same price as the train. All Jay’s words of wisdom about not talking to strange men went out the window when I got off the bus. There were all these guys there with little hand trolleys trying to carry everyone’s luggage and of course one of them targeted me. I figured he would probable sting me for money but he seemed to know where the hotel was so I said yes he could show me to my hotel.
Cost me 5 euros for a three-minute walk but he was a nice man and everyone has to earn a living somehow I guess.
I went for a walk this morning in the area near the hotel and the train station, and what a train station it is – so not like the one in Dalby! I even bought a coffee and brioche and stood at the counter like the locals to eat.
Meeting up with the tour group in a couple of hours so I shouldn’t get into too much strife between now and then.
Bye
MidLife Traveller 