ATV In Europe: Milan
Our flight to Milan from Berlin taught us one thing – Europeans cannot queue. We didn’t encounter this problem flying from Stanstead to Stockholm, as Brits can queue, nor did we flying from Stockholm to Berlin – Swedes can queue as well.
Our flight to Milan from Berlin taught us one thing – Europeans cannot queue. We didn’t encounter this problem flying from Stanstead to Stockholm, as Brits can queue, nor did we flying from Stockholm to Berlin – Swedes can queue as well.
Flying from Berlin to Milan was, however, we discovered this. Our flight was delayed by a short time meaning we had to sit around in the departures lounge awaiting the arrival of our late-running flight. Once it finally landed you would have thought someone would have asked us to form an orderly queue in order to board the plane. Oh no it was everyman for himself as the doors opened onto the concourse and pretty much a stampede followed.
Boy did we feel so very British as we stood there moaning about the lack of queue and how Europeans don’t seem to understand the concept of queuing. This all meant that getting onto the plane itself was difficult as well because it wasn’t orderly at all and once onboard everyone was scrambling for seats – and I swear people were bringing on more than one piece of hand language per person!
The flight from Berlin to Milan didn’t take very long at all. It felt like as soon as you got settled it was time to get off the plane again! As soon as we stepped off the plane the heat hit us. Of course flying low-cost airlines means that the airports are often quite a distance from the actual city and Milan was no different…though Berlin refreshingly was. The airport we flew into, and out from, was right on the edge of the city. Our airport for Milan however, was an hour or so away from the city itself.
So yet another bus from the airport to the city and then once at Milan itself the difficult task of discovering where exactly our hostel was. Once again we had to taxi it to the hostel because no one, bar the taxi drivers, seemed to know where the hell it was. Once we checked into the Hostel and got unpacked a little and sat next to the very nice fan in our room – to cool down – and once we had got over the excitement of a balcony we ventured out for good.
Lucky for us there was an Italian Restaurant not five minutes from the hostel – well you can’t go to Italy and not eat Italian food! It’s almost like going to Sweden and not going to Ikea – which we didn’t but we were planning too. We just ran out of time. Now was the time to make up for that lack of Ikeaness by eating “traditional” Italian food – Pizza.
