My night starts off around 9 PM, while I am laying in bed thinking, “Oh, I better set my alarm, I have to be awake at 4:30 AM to catch my flight.”
Next, I pack my bag and organize my things, so in the morning, I do not disturb the other people sleeping in the dorm. I mean, this is a normal thing, I think everyone would do. However, not everyone gives a shit about others.
I share a dorm room with 5 other guys. At around midnight all 6 of us are in bed, but one dick, decides he wants to read. He leaves the very bright light on in the room. I get up and turn it off, as it is after midnight. He turns on the other light, which is just as bright. I don’t say anything, and just try and sleep.
Well, 4 am arrives and I still have not slept because of this fucking bright light, and the guy decided around 2 am to start typing on his laptop. Oh yeah, I asked him around 3 am if he could just go to sleep, because I have to wake up at 4:30 am. He says, yes soon.
4:20 AM, he turns off the light and says, Good Night! I say, “Wonderful, you are a kind person!”
I truly don’t understand people who do not think about how, what they do, can and does affect others. It’s simple, don’t be a stuck up, selfish person!
4:30 am, my alarm does not go off! Why, because I am awake, and turn it off before. No point in making the noise, right!
Anyways, I am already not in a great mood, but I get over it. I quickly and quietly, get my stuff out of the room and head to the receptionist desk.
My plan was to remind him to call a taxi, and while the taxi is coming, I will brush my teeth, and be ready. Not what happened.
I first have to wake him up, as he is sleeping on the floor behind the desk. Then I remind him about the taxi, and he calls. He tells me 15 minutes and they will call him back to let him know if they have a driver.
This is not looking good. So I try to ask him to call another taxi place, but as I am typing this on my translator, he says. “Taxi, Taxi, Taxi” and tries taking my laptop bag. I stop him and say, “Wait, I am not packed. I have to toss my tooth brush and jacked in my bag.” He then tries to take my backpack. I again say. No, Wait! He takes it anyways and starts heading outside.
I am like … FUCK!!!!!!!!! I toss my tooth brush in my bag and look around quickly for my other stuff. I see nothing as I am more focused on my backpack, running away!
I run after him and he is already putting my bag in the trunk.
Ok, so I went from not sure when a taxi will come, if ever, to, shit my bag is leaving without me in a matter of seconds.
Oh yes, so in the rush, he never gave me my key deposit back. Oh well, it is only 50 UAH, like $1.10 Canadian.
As I arrive at the airport, I check in and get my tickets. Everything is looking good. I have an hour before my plane. I grab some water and relax.
My plane is about to board, and all of a sudden my stomach starts turning. I have to shit, and I have to shit NOW! I love IBS-D. It is great! I make it to the one toilet, with no seconds to spare. I sit down so fast I almost fall off of the toilet. Somehow I managed to shit on the seat, but nothing is on my pants, or underwear. Score me! I see an upside to this, except my plane is loading.
I wrap it up and get to my plane just in time.
So here is another bonus to my bad day. The plane is full but 2 seats, and that one seat is beside me. 🙂
I take some pills for my stomach so I don’t shit myself again. I still have another flight.
As I am sitting here, thinking, it’s a bit cold. I think, “where is my jacket.” Every curse and bad word is now running through my head. In the rush to the taxi, I left my very expensive Burton jacket sitting on the counter in Odessa.
I love this jacket!
OK, so I try to think positive. Maybe they can mail it to me, but wait. I don’t even know where I will be from one day to another.
Anyways, we make it to Kiev, where I will be catching my next plane to Athens, Greece. This makes me smile again, because this has been a dream to see Athens.
As I am waiting in line to go through the security, I always seem to get someone behind me who doesn’t know personal space. Just because you are in a line, does not mean you have to stand on the person ankles in front of you. However, the guy behind me does. After the second time, I asked. “Can you not do that?” He says sorry and does it again 2 minutes later. That time I turn around and said, “Thanks”.
This next part I am going to put on the bonus, good side of my scale.
As my ankles are getting bruised, I am watching this other guy get security checked. They choose him for a random pat down. These pat downs are very quick, and they miss a lot. Anyways, as they finish patting down his back, the officer says, “Please sit here.” and points to a chair, while they check his bag. The guy heard it as, “Please bend over” and the guy touches his toes like he is going to get an anal check. OMG, I tried so hard not to start laughing. This was awesome and I apologize for laughing at someone, but this was funny.
Then there is this lady with a zipper sweater on. The officer asks her to take off her jacket as he thought it was a jacket, not a sweater. She has nothing on under it but a bra, and actually starts taking it off. The officer is like, “Oh, no no, keep it on.” Again, I loved the show and laugh a lot inside. I love Europe and their free way of thinking!
My next plane arrives and we load. Great, full plane, and I am sitting against the window, with a giant beside me. The only thing I hate more is when there is a screaming kid.
Oh but wait, the seat in front of me is a mom, dad, and a little boy and you guessed it. He is very well behaved! Not! The little ass climbs the seat and starts trying to grab my sunglasses. I say, somewhat nicely. “GO away!” and give his dad a look. If I climbed over seats at that age, I would have my ass kicked by my dad, and then if mom got mad, look the fuck out.
They finally, somewhat control the little monster.
Then it happens. A SCREAMING, and I mean SCREAMING baby is 5 rows back. Please make it stop. I am actually starting to contemplate what would be worse, listening to it scream, or opening the door and tossing it, while chancing crashing, and killing everyone on the plane. Well, we would have at least 1 minute of peace?
So, yes, the plane ride was long, for a 2 hour flight.
But wait, good luck comes my way. My bag is one of the first off the plane. Score me! Customs goes easy, and I am now in Greece.
Some pictures while landing in Athens.
As I exit the airport, I remember I have Euro’s still from when I was in Finland. Score me again!
My AirBnB host left me a message saying I catch the bus 95 into the town center, and then A2 to her place. Sounds easy, and it actually is. I do take way longer than if I knew where I was going, but that is OK. I am in Athens, Greece.
Here is one teaser, for the next post!