I always loved travelling, the planning the expectation of things that I will experience, the joy of discovering new things have always been a delight for me. I also like to plan it ahead, to know where will I go, how will I get there, where I will stay and even worth visiting. Sometimes though things get a bit messed up … like it happen t me in my last trip.
We decided, together with my daughter, to spend together a weekend in Hamburg so as usual I made my planning, bought the train tickets, found a place to stay … and here we go.
We’re waking up take our bikes and cycle to the train station. I don’t really like to wait so we try to get there just in time (that is 10-15 minutes before the train leaves). Of course, things are not that simple: since it was pretty cold our bicycle are frozen so we spend 10 minutes cleaning them …(but we should be still fine). We finally leave and, obviously we catch all possible the red lights but we do arrive a few minutes before the train should arrive but as German train are always keeping their precise schedule … the train is delayed with 30 minutes. Great, I have no excuse so we have to go through the shops … which for a father travelling alone with his daughter is a pretty scary experience because the last thing that you want in the beginning of a trip is to add extra luggage. With a mixture of skill pleading and a solemn promise that we’ll buy those things at the return (yeah, right) I manage to dodge the “extras” so we get to the track.
Finally the train arrives, we find our seats and I relax: we have a direct connection no changes we are on vacation. I take out the cards and we start playing. Time flies and the we are close to our destination. The station is announced so we collect our things and get off the train: we are there !!! I watch the people hurry to get on/off while we slowly walk away. I notice a mother and her daughter running to get the same train we just get out of but the doors close just in front of them … I see there frustration and I distinctly remember thinking to myself: “Poor them,now they will have to wait for the next one ” … but there is nothing what I can do.
As we walk toward the main entrance I slowly start to have a feeling that something is awfully wrong but can’t just point out what is it. Then it struck me: this station is familiar to me … but wait it cannot be since I was never in Hamburg before … so I look around and then realize it: we are in Hanover we just got out one station before 🙂 just great.
After we return from our trip (since we finally managed to get to Hamburg) I am kind of embarrassed to tell it to my friends but I do it anyway: so they laugh and then they share their “adventures”:
“Well I never get off from the train at a wrong station but I did managed once to get to the wrong airport: I went to Hamburg Airport and there I found out that my flight was actually from Hamburg Lübeck 😦 so to make sure I catch the plane I took a Taxi which was pretty expensive (about 100 Eur) and still missed my flight”
Another one says:”I also messed up my travelling plans pretty bad once: I was supposed to go to Hawaii for a conference (I was flying from Frankfurt) so I arrive there by train but at the counter the lady tells me: “Sorry but your flight is for tomorrow”. I think should I spend the night here or should I go back tomorrow ? so I choose to go back home but when I try to book my train for the next day I realize that some trains are cancelled and there is no way for me to get back to Frankfurt in the morning … so I miss my only chance to see Hawaii”
But my favourite: “I also mixed trains once. I was partying all night so my friends took me directly to that train station (I was supposed to meet some friends in Italy and go hiking. My friends take me to the right track and put me into the train without realizing that sine my train was delayed another train is stooped at the same track. Being a night train after a night of party I just find a free seat and fell asleep. No one checks my tickets or my passport so I only woke up in the morning and realize that I am in Paris” 🙂
After all these I realize that my little adventure in really insignificant compared to what other went through …
Did something like this ever happen to you too ?
Travel safe !