This little story starts last week in a balmy Internet cafe in Switzerland.
My friend Anthony had been raving about a place called Sorrento on the south west cost of Italy. To cut a long story short I realised that lots of Italian places have different names in Italian to English.
Being the clever dick I am I decided to book my train to Salerno, as to me, this was obviously just the Italians way of saying Sorrento.
I was incorrect.
So here we are on the 15/06/2013
Firstly I decided to see off my friend Mandy as she was getting a train an hour and a half before mine.
We 'enjoyed' some stale bread and some biscuits before Mandy departed without a hitch.
This is where things got interesting...
Firstly I realised I had not bought a post card for mum and dad in Milan. So I went to go find one with my full pack on. Could I find a shop selling postcards near the biggest station in Milan? Could I balls!
After 45 minuets of looking I opened up my wallet.... Not a cent! So I then had to wander around in the 30 degree heat still fully laden for another 15 minuets looking for a cash point.
-don't worry mum and dad, the card is in the post!-
Anyway, trains I hear you cry!
I got back to the station with 25 minuets before departure and my train was no where to be seen, not on the departures board, no notices, nothing.
I began to panic, my booking codes were not recognised by the machines or the aids, and no one would even believe my train existed!
So I got my IPad out to check the full booking -cutting my hand on the Velcro of the false bottom in my bag I have put in to evade theft, causing more bloodshed, a theme for this trip!-.
It was then with under 20 minuets before my train departs to Salerno that I realised I was at the wrong station, assumption indeed is the mother of all balls ups!
I had to run down to the subway, get across town and find my train.
For once in my existence the eyes of fate were smiling on me and I am now traveling 300km per hour down Italy!
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