MILAN TO ATHENS

Were going to Mykonos today via Athens – OMFG.

We jump out of bed preparing for our day ahead. After our showers (We have lack of hot water again) we storm off to breakfast to be confronted by the dopey guy at reception. I seriously don’t know where they found that guy.

Feeling dissatified with breakfast we storm upstairs for our most dreaded task – dragging down the suitcases. I seriously cant believe this place doesn’t have a lift. Even that dodge hostel in Athens did a few years ago. Lucy leads the way as she starts dragging her lot down the stairs. I have to drag my small hand trolley down first followed by my massive suitcase. By the time I’m half way down I’m completely out of breath and ready to push the entire suitcase down the stairway.

I eventually reach the final stair case when I spot Lucy at the bottom of the stairs resting and filming me while I drag my suitcase down. God this is the last thing I need. Knowing my luck I will slip and fall down the stairs giving Lucy a home video to treasure.

I slowly make it down the stairs next to Lucy. Right now that we have finished that we need to do one last thing – take a photo with that statue that drawed us to this shit hole. We take turns posing with the statue. Honestly this statue wasn’t worth the pain I went through. I have a good mind to steal that statue if I could.

We head over to the reception guy to finalise our room payment. Now I had all these coins left over so I thought I should use them up here. I feel like being a prick to this guy. He wasn’t much help during our stay here. Lucy looks completely embarrased as I start emptying out my piggy bank. Once the transaction is complete we start dragging our suitcases to the bus stop.

Dopey Reception guy

Now let me explain this. Yesterday we researched where the bus stop was to the airport. We even researched the time and did a trial walk to the bus stop. On top of that we added extra minutes for dragging our suitcases and taking breaks. Were starting to get good at this shit.

We start the walk to the bus stop with our suitcase. Lucy's in front with her suitcase as I follow from behind with my hand trolley and my big suitcase. We eventually have to drag our suitcases down this tunnel…

We arrive to the bus stop way ahead of schedule so we decide to take the bus prior to the one we aimed to take.We stroll up and down looking for the correct bus stop for our bus. When we find it we plant ourselves down waiting patiently. Eventually the bus arrives and we lift our suitcases to the luggage compartment of the bus. Some random chick asks me to help her lift hers. I place her suitcase neatly in front of ours.

We board the bus after paying for our tickets and grab a seat. We spend the next 5 minutes paranoid that some random stranger is going to steal our suitcases. Beats me why but we stress about this until the driver closes the luggage compartment.

As the bus takes off, Lucy turns around to point out to me how cool the weather is today. That would be right. We spent 2 days suffering from the heat and the day were leaving Milan, the weather is nice and cool with a breeze. Talk about being cursed in Milan. I blame the Indian Vomit Queen for this. She vomitted on the bus to Milan and screwed things up. I don’t know how exactly but she’s too blame.

20 minutes later we arrive to Milan Airport. We rush off the bus to collect our suitcases and the chick who asked for my help seems to be behind us. This means I have to drag her suitcase off as well. Once we collect all our luggage we stroll into the airport to realise we are too early. Due to lack of seats at the airport we find ourselves standing until our check in counter opens.

Once our check in counter opens we check all our suitcases in and find a coffee shop to sit at for the next few hours. We spend that time talking, recapping and eventually realising we need to have lunch before boarding the plan to Athens. We check out the food to be totally disgusted with it. So instead we agree to go looking for other kiosks around the airport with food.

We evenutally manage to find a shop that has good looking sandwiches. We grab one each and sit down to munch away. It wasn’t the best sandwich but it will have to do for now. We both agree we need to have our last Italian coffee to wash down that sandwich. We walk over to the bar and scull our last Italian coffee down before settling back down to watch this little kid. Meanwhile we obsess over some random woman and her dog.

Its boarding time so we start strolling towards our gate only to sit down and wait some more there. I decide to walk over to the newsagency to buy a magazine for the ride. I pick up the first gossip magazine I see and pay for it. Next thing I realise is I need water so I quickly storm over to a restaurant nearby while Lucy is screaming for me to hurry up as the plane will be here any minute.

I grab my water in time to return and wait some more. Eventually its time to board the plane and leave Italy.

Goodbye Italy – it was good while it lasted… I'll miss the coffee.........