My head bangs on my keyboard as I’m falling asleep on my desk… I’m a bit exhaused after a busy weekend. Fridaymorning we got up around 3/3h30 in the morning, to fly to Milan at 6h25, we had to be in the airport 1h30 before the plane toke off and it’s still a reasonable distance from my place to the airport… on top of that there’s no metro running at that hour… so off we went. Ana had an appointment in Inspra around noon, so it was the only possible flight.
In meantime I try to find my way to Monza to visit that city and meet up with Ana in Milan after she had done whatever she had to do. The Malpensa airport is a decent distance for Milan and public transport might be OK, not if you can’t speak Italian and know the rules… it took me 2h30 to get from the airport to Monza, a 40min trainride to milan, a Metro to the border of milan and then a bus to Monza. So far so good, nothing to worry about, nice weather and I had time to check out for a nice hotel… bought a map of the city and started walking around. Hmmm not too much hotels over here… I toke my second coffee that day on a terras and with 3 words of Italian I knew from the waitress that there was only 1 hotel and that it was expensive… no problem, just ask your friend : the police. It was a nice looking italian policewoman : no english, no spanish but she claimed to know some french, unfortunately it wasn’t the same french as the one I knew, so no luck, but I figured out some more information. The tourist office would open at 4 o’clock, the only hotel was confirmed expensive but she could bring me to a pension… unfortunately fully booked.
I decided to get back to Milan in order to be able to find a reasonable priced hotel before night felt in. I tried to find my way to a bus going from Monza to Milan… I saw one, but it broke down a couple of minutes before I saw it.. the driver was making big efforts to get the damn thing moving, but nothing happened. But more than one road leads to Rome, so walking the big roads in search for a busstop. It toke me to a stop, where the last metrostation of Milan was indicated as the final stop. At least I was back in the metrosytem. So I asked for confirmation on a woman waiting for the same bus… she started talking and of the little I understood, it was the correct bus, but there was another one, around the corner, but this was the fastest but I just missed it, and there was the station, and some thing about her family I guessed etc… it last forever, and I was saved by the bus stopping in front of us, and she indicating it was a good thing to do to enter the bus. In meantime there were another 4 people entering.
5 minutes later, appeartly the bus went into a direction nobody agreed on being the direction of milan, and they asked the driver where he went to :-)… not to Milan, so he had to stop and all of us went of. Absolutely normal, the people just considered it bad luck that they entered a bus, having a big sign on it “MILAN” + the number of the stop, but not going to milan.
The first women considered it as her personal goal to get me in Milan, so she still indicated me to follow her. I made clear that I didn’t had a ticket yet and I saw that the busdriver didn’t had something to sell me one. So she toke me into a station where she asked me a ticket to Milan. The man handed her over one, she looked at it, but didn’t agree (though it printed out milan in big letters)… he had to take it back and out we went, across the street, some stairs, crossing another street and into a hall were a bus was parked (Milan) and a Cassa Automatica… I indicated I would go in to buy a ticket and the woman told me it was no use but I could give it a try anyway. At the end, this was a busterminal, where several busses were waiting for the moment to leave… guess what : a cassa in a bus station, you can buy all kinds of tickets over there except for a fucking busticket for the bus right in front of it !!! Asking the driver didn’t help either.. he just didn’t care. But the woman was so helpfull that she asked everybody in the bus if they had a spare ticket (including the driver) so by the time the bus was about to leave, EVERYBODY including the driver knew I had no ticket and I just decided to play stupid, sat down and started to call with my mobile. The bus started and toke me to the metro, nobody complained nobody said anything, even not when we stopped at the terminal and while leaving the bus, straight in front of the busdriver and about 20 of his colleagues, the woman shouted to me how lucky I was that I made it untill here without a ticket or a controll for one…. Italy…