I had decided to go on this trip alone. My travel partner, Lin, is in England at the moment and I couldn’t seem to be able to get anyone else to join me. Hence, before embarking on this trip, I knew that I had a few challenges in store, which include the following:
- I’d have to be even more alert, careful and wary travelling all alone. An Asian girl – make that a Muslim Asian girl - travelling solo would stick out like a sore thumb and might attract unwanted attention. I told myself to be mentally prepared for prejudice, racism and xenophobic reaction. And there would be no Lin to look out for me. Oh my first trips to Prague, Barcelona and Milan were all solo trips too but they were of the 5N 4D kind of trips (though I arrived in Prague and Barcelona at almost midnight too).
- I had to tell my parents about my trip. And I wasn’t too surprised that they didn’t withdraw their permission; I always think they trust me more abroad than if I were in KL - go figure! They did wonder though if it was safe for me. To be honest, I wondered too. But I’d never find out if I didn’t do it. And I didn’t want to cancel the trip just because I didn’t have a travel partner.
- There were two countries that I was sure I’d have communication problems. Poland last year was bad enough.
- I’d be taking a few intra-Europe flights and RyanAir particularly imposes a strict baggage limitation of 15 kg. It was definitely a challenge for me having to pack for a 2.5-week trip with that restriction. Although it’d be good in the long run because I’d have to haul my bag all by myself.
And the following is my account of my trip.
Thursday, May Day 2008: Sleepless in Skavsta
I woke up real early this morning – too early in fact. Abah came at 0530 – he insisted on sending me to KL Sentral - while I was watering the lawn. We left after morning prayers and thankfully the long check-in queue at the KL CAT that we had to endure last year didn’t recur. The plane took off on time and almost 12 hours later, we touched down at Stockholm Arlanda Airport. This time, I’d only be in Sweden for 16 hours – or so I thought. After collecting my luggage, I made my way to the airport chapel which was really a multi-faith prayer room to perform prayers.
Took the airport bus to the City Air Terminal where I bought a ticket to Skavsta airport. I then walked along Barnhusviken and eventually found myself at the Stadshuset (City Hall) which overlooked Riddarfjärden and Rygerfjord, the hotel that Lin and I stayed at last year. After that I returned to the station and went to a nearby kebab resto for an early dinner before boarding the 1940 coach to Skavsta.
We arrived at Skavsta some 80 minutes later. I performed prayers in the baby changing room before settling down for the night. It was a basic airport and (I suspected) built to discourage travellers from sleeping there. Of course sleep didn’t come anyway for me: I could never sleep in planes – even if it was a 24-hour flight – or bright, noisy areas like airports. Couldn’t wait for the early morning flight out where I hoped to catch up on sleep during the scheduled two-hour flight.
Friday, 2 May 2008: The Terminal
Alas, our 0650 flight was delayed due to technical problems. We were made to wait. And wait. And wait. First it was scheduled for 1145 then 1245. I had planned to visit the area surrounding Frankfurt-Hahn but it was not meant to be. Other passengers came and left for their various destinations and we were still there. Finally at 1100, we were served light refreshment at the airport bar.
I was getting restless and increasingly worried as it approached 1245 and there were no sign of imminent departure. See, I had another flight to catch from Frankfurt-Hahn that same evening and if the delay was prolonged, the rest of my plan could derail. I prayed hard and finally we boarded the plane and took off at 1320.
We landed into a light drizzling afternoon at Frankfurt-Hahn at 1510 and I barely had enough time to collect my bag and freshen up before joining another queue to check in for my next destination.
I left German soil barely 2.5 hours later. This time, the flight was packed and my fellow travellers were mainly young adults who were quite noisy. The bloke next to me was especially noisy and barely had I managed to doze off when I was awakened again by his loud voice. A few times I opened my eyes to see his friends standing over us talking to him. Already I was getting bad impression on some Finns.
We finally landed at Tampere Pirkkala Airport shortly after 2100. This was the land of the midnight sun and it was still light outside. But as Tampere is not exactly near the Artic Circle, the sun did set shortly after I boarded the coach for the city. From the railway station where we were dropped off, it was a short walk uphill to my hotel. This was the most expensive lodging I had to pay for my trip: there were a limited number of hostels in Tampere and they had all run out of single rooms as early as February! I was just so glad and thankful to see the welcoming bed.
Saturday, 3 May 2008: Fine Finland
I left the hotel for the railway station just after 0900 and bought return tickets to Helsinki. As I’d missed the earlier Inter-City train (it costs less than the other service but takes slightly longer as it stops at various stations), I wandered along Hämeenkatu street first. The stores were already opened at that hour but they all close at 1800 on Saturdays. It was a mild spring morning with the temperature at 0930 reaching a bearable 18C.
We passed Finnish countryside, farms that were still barren, small towns and breathtaking lakes on the way to Helsinki. After picking some brochures of the city, I hopped onto tram 3T right in front of Rautatieasema (Central Railway Station). Tram 3T takes you around the city and covers a lot of landmarks such as the Lutheran Cathedral (Tuomiokirkko) which is the unofficial symbol of the city, dominating the central Senate Square; Olympia Stadion; and Hakaniemi kauppahalli (Hakaniemen Market Hall). Tram 3B takes the same route but goes the opposite way.
After getting down the tram an hour later, I walked along Mannerheimintie Street (or Mansku for short). It is lined with shops and restaurants. I finally had lunch at Unicafe Ylioppilasaukio which was quite tricky to locate. This was Helsinki and everything cost a premium including food. Unicafe is a student restaurant and cafeteria and if you own a Finnish student card, you pay minimal price for your meal. You need to clear your tray yourself though.
After lunch, I walked to Hakaniemen Market. Unfortunately, most stalls at the market were already closed. The ground floor of the market sells groceries while the first floor sells souvenirs and handicrafts. But like I said, the stalls in the market were mainly closed and I only managed to buy some postcards.
I then walked to the waterfront before returning to Mansku. Oh yes, I also found a halal stall by the name of Habibi serving Middle Eastern food at the food court of the Forum Shopping Centre.
I boarded the 1806 train back to Tampere. It was raining along the way but not in Tampere, I strolled down Hameenkatu again and walked to the Tammerkoski rapids. These rapids run from Lake Nasijarvi in the north to Lake Pyhajarvi in the south via Finlayson historical industrial factory area. The height difference between the two lakes is 18 metres. After some Kodak moments, I took the long way back to the hotel passing Tullintori Shopping Centre and the University of Tampere.
Sunday, 4 May 2008: Werder Bremen/Beautiful Stranger
This morning, I checked out at 0800 and rushed to the railway station to get the coach to the airport for my 1005 flight to Bremen. The airport was really tiny and after checking in your bag, you need to carry it to the conveyor belt all DIY. It was a warm morning when we boarded the plane and I managed to get the second row. I felt a little odd when no one came to sit next to me until a couple that was among the last few passengers to board. For a while, I wondered why: was it because of my skin colour or complexion? Or was it my appearance? The way I looked or how I dressed?
We landed at Bremen at 1115 and after collecting my bag – it was actually the first one out! - I walked out into the sunny weather. I was very happy to discover that just around the airport building was the main airport complex and there was also a tram service to the city centre which only took 11 minutes. Cool! So I hopped onto one, my luggage and all. The city of Bremen is charmingly compact and clean and as most other German cities, it is serviced by an efficient network of ground transportation. German efficiency at its best again.
At the city centre, I snapped photos of St Petri Dom (St Peter’s Cathedral), Rathaus (Town Hall), Bremer Roland (Roland Statue), Bremer Stadtmusikanten (Bremen Town Musicians), the west side of Marktplatz (Market Place) and Böttercherstraße. The city centre tour over, I headed for a kebab resto near the tram stop for lunch.
I arrived back at the Bremen airport just in time to check in for my flight to Milan Orio al Serio or Milan Bergamo (the locals call Milan ‘Mailand’). Actually, I could have taken a direct flight from Tampere to Milan Bergamo but it cost more even after taxes and charges, hence I decided to break my journey at Bremen. And I am glad I did so as I enjoyed Bremen.
We arrived at Milan 10 minutes early and I had about three hours to kill before my next flight out. I thought of checking out Bergamo city but the bus to town takes about 20-30 minutes and runs only every 30 minutes. After working it out, I realised that I’d have very little time to explore the town due to the bus times and plus it was a Sunday so services may even be less frequent and reliable. So I stayed in the airport and performed prayers in the airport chapel. And this time, it was really a chapel so I borrowed a few square metres of the chapel for my prayers.
The flight out of Milan was delayed so we arrived half an hour later than scheduled at Bucharest-Baneasa airport. There was a very long queue of about two hundred people ahead of us so it was another long wait before we cleared immigration (and even longer for me since I wasn’t a local). There was only one conveyor belt (as at Tampere) and after waiting a few more minutes, I was finally reunited with my bag and emerged out of the airport into the dark Bucharest night; it had obviously been raining hard before for the ground was wet and there were puddles of water everywhere. Not exactly an encouraging welcome, I thought, and ignoring all the cabs (what little I read of Bucharest warned against taking the cab from the airport) and struggling to ask people for directions, I put on a bold look and marched to find the bus stop as described in my hostel page. Of course this was all a front but to appear scared and timid would no doubt make me an easier prey.
After a few minutes, two chaps came up and I asked if they could speak English. One replied in affirmative so I asked him where I could get the bus to Gara de Nord. He consulted his friend and they told me they didn’t know where the bus stop for that particular bus was and in any case, it was possible that the bus had finished its service for the day.
A bus came along and the chap who spoke English invited me along, saying they were going to ride the bus to somewhere and try to get a cab from there. The cabs at the airport were all intent on ripping people off and one actually quoted 10 Euros to get to Gara de Nord when it should only be 5 or 6 Euros. I threw caution to the wind and went along with them. Heck, what choice did I have anyway.
At some square, we got down from the bus and hailed a cab (we had agreed to share the cab and split the cost). I decided to ask the English-speaking guy to tell the cabbie to bring me direct to where my hostel was instead and off we went. Bucharest was obviously a massive city because we were driving on and on and I was beginning to feel anxious as it was nearing midnight. At one point, the guy even turned to me and said I shouldn’t trust everyone I meet and I replied, well I had to try my luck and pray for the best. Then I thought, what if they decided to kidnap me? I don’t speak the language and very few of the locals evidently speak English. I wondered aloud how much further we needed to go and the chap (I never did get his name but he was kinda cute, cuter than his mate) told me that Bucharest was indeed a big city.
Finally we came to a series of old Communist-style identical-looking apartment blocks. My heart sank at the sight of them. The chap offered to help me locate the right block and so there we were, at almost midnight, going around avoiding puddles and peering into the dark starless night for the right block. It was a good five minutes later when we finally located it at another group of apartment blocks. And so I arrived safe and sound at last and without any Dracula bites on my neck. The flat was surprisingly neat and modern despite the outward appearance of the block. Thank God for that.
Monday, 5 May 2008: Steaua Bucureşti
I met three other lodgers (they all shared a big room that fit three bunk beds) at breakfast. I only set off into the city well after 10 am. And as I walked to the metro station, I was glad that I had taken the cab directly to the hostel the night before instead of taking it to Gara de Nord and taking the metro and walking from the station to the hostel for I doubt I would have been able to find the hostel that way. The area was indeed a typical Communist-style neighbourhood with grim buildings and shop houses. And I’d read of the stray dogs of Bucharest but thankfully, I didn’t meet many of them.
I took the metro to Gara de Nord to buy train ticket for tonight. As Romania is still very much reliant on cash economy, I had to scout for a moneychanger first to change further Euros into Lei before buying the train ticket. Thank God the lady behind the counter could speak English (we’d had problems communicating in Bratislava and Krakow before).
After all that was settled, I took the metro to Palatul Parlamentului (Parliament Palace). It is a huge massive gigantic structure and is actually the second largest building in the world after the Pentagon. After checking out the surrounding area – there were very lovely buildings around the place! - I decided to take the English tour at 1400.
The tour lasted for almost an hour. There are 15 storeys to the building including five underground levels and it is presently 90% completed. It took 20,000 people on 24-hour shifts six years to build it – until the dictator Ceauşescu was thrown over. He bulldozed 1/6 of Bucharest to accommodate the massive building and had the people relocated into apartment blocks (no surprises there). The resources to build the palace were mainly local – marbles, velvet curtains weighing tonnes, long carpets also weighing tonnes, glasses for the chandeliers, wood for panelling, etc, etc, etc. The insides were quite bare though (our tour only took us to 4% of the building!). I thought it was such a shame to have such a gigantic building built from Romania’s finest resources and yet have its citizens living in ugly apartment blocks.
After the tour, I strolled around the area to the opera and then took the metro to Eroii Revolutiei to search for the Turkish mosque I read was located there. I finally found it with the help of a local girl; it was a small mosque alright. I couldn’t enter the mosque though and there weren’t any signs of Muslims about either.
I took the metro back to the hostel and after performing prayers and freshening up, I left the hostel and took the metro to Gara de Nord. After an early dinner at a Turkish kebab resto, I returned to the station and boarded the 1953 train for my next destination. I shared my sleeper cabin with a girl from Sofia and thankfully got the lower bunk. It was quite fun travelling by train that way although I didn’t manage to sleep well as usual. The border police came on twice to check our passports.
Tuesday, 6 May 2008: The City of Wisdom
We arrived at Sofia Gare Centrale at 0605. An overfriendly elderly guy was insistent I followed him to the Information Centre but after a while, I got wary of him. There were suspicious-looking characters in the station at that early hour and there were some who looked like gypsies too. The Info Centre opened late – apparently the lady misplaced the office keys. After changing some Euros into Bulgarian Lev, I took the tram to my hostel . It was a bit challenging as Bulgarians use the Cyrillic alphabet (like Russians) but I managed to locate the hotel after figuring out the early initials of street names. It was on the tram when I figured it was a special day as the tram had to stop for quite a while to let army tankers pass. It was at the hostel when I discovered that Bulgarians celebrate Gergyovden (St George’s Day) or the Day of the Bulgarian Army on 6 May every year.
After checking in, shower and breakfast, I left the hostel and headed for Hram-pametnik Aleksandar Nevski (Alexander Nevski Memorial Church), passing the Pametnik Tsar Osvoboditel (Monument to the Tsar Liberator – it honours the Tsar who, by declaring war on the Ottoman Empire in 1877, liberated Bulgaria). Then I walked to Dzhamia Banya Bashi (Banya Bashi Mosque) which is the last surviving mosque in Sofia; Tsurkva Sveta Petka Samardzhiyska (Church of St Petka of the Saddlemakers which is a fourteenth-century church in the middle of a semi-submerged mall); Statuya na Sveta Sofia (Monument to Holy Wisdom); Rotonda Sveti Gerogi (Rotunda of St George) located in a courtyard behind the Sheraton Hotel; Naroden teatar (National Theatre); Natsionalna hudozhestvena galeriya (National Gallery) and Tsurkva Sveta Sofia (Church of St Sofia). Some of the churches were at some point used as mosques during the Ottoman reign.
I was starting to feel a headache due to lack of sleep and after having lunch at a vegetarian resto (not easy to locate), I headed back to the hostel to rest. I ordered a lot for lunch and had the resto pack the unfinished portion for dinner. I ended up chatting to Iana, a Bulgarian girl who now resides in Canada and was back in the country for holidays.
Wednesday, 7 May 2008: Strangers in the Night
Another early morning today. Checked out at 0700 and walked to a bus stop at a nearby park to catch the airport bus. I was flying off to another destination but had to transit for a few hours in Vienna.
Having been in Vienna twice before, I knew the city was darn expensive and yet I managed to spend. Oh dear! Took the airport bus to Schwedenplatz and walked to Hofsburg. Met a Malaysian couple there too. After that, I walked to Heldenplatz, Alberttina, Staatsoper (Opera House) and crossed over to Naschmarkt where I had lunch. There were a few halal stalls at the market.
After lunch, I strolled along Karnther Strasse to Stephansdom (which is like the landmark of Vienna) and even walked to Donaukanal. I returned to the airport and checked in at almost 8 pm. Looked frantically for the airport chapel but couldn’t locate it so performed prayers in the baby changing room instead. Boarded the 2130 plane to my next destination, not realising it would be a 3.5-hour trip as the country was an hour behind the rest of Western Europe.
We arrived at the Lisbon airport at midnight and I was a bit apprehensive, as I knew there were no more airport buses running at that hour. I chatted up a fellow passenger as we were waiting for our bags and she told me she had someone meeting her. Well, I had prepared myself mentally to take the cab but I just didn’t fancy being cheated and besides, I don’t even take cabs that late at night in KL.
I was checking some information at the kiosk when the lady I talked to earlier approached and asked if I wanted to get a lift from her friend. I was so thankful for that offer and accepted it gratefully. There I was, an Asian girl, feeling shunned at times as everyone went to sit elsewhere but beside me or everyone looked at and then ignored (or so I felt) and suddenly I got an offer of a ride when I needed it most by people I didn’t even know.
It was only a twenty-minute ride to the city and the kind driver, a Yankee who had already been residing in Lisbon for some time from the sound of his lingo, dropped me near my hostel.
Thursday, 8 May 2008: Sporting Lisbon
I left a bit late today and it was already bright when I left the hostel. The city was a bit windy but other than that, it was a mild early summer day. I took pictures at Praça D. Pedro before walking down to the Tourist Info Centre at Praça do Comercio, passing Elevador de Santa Justa on the way (Lisbon is built on seven hills just like Rome hence elevators like these come in handy so one doesn’t need to climb those hills). After getting useful advice from the lady at the Tourist Info Centre – the lady was in Malaysia a few months ago on her honeymoon and was gushing on about the warm hospitality of Malaysians, the efficient way we do things (eh? This should serve as a hint as to how they do things in Portugal) and the wonderful service of MAS. I just couldn’t help feeling warm and proud.
I then took tram 28 up to Castelo de São Jorge. The chap at the castle ticket office asked if I had a student card (!) which of course I didn’t regretfully (dang!). He was an eye-candy and in my opinion, wasted sitting in there. Anyway, back to the castle: it was built by Muslims atop a hill near Alfama and from there, you could get a bird’s eye view over Lisbon, Rio Tejo (Tagus River) and the Ponte 25 de Abril (25 April Bridge, which is the sister bridge of the Golden Gate in San Francisco).
After exploring the castle, I explored the Alfama neighbourhood before having a late lunch. I then took tram 25 to Belem to the Padrão dos Descobrimentos (Monument to the Discoveries), Mosteiros dos Jerónimos (Jeronimos Monastery) and Torre de Belém (Belem Tower).
Before leaving Belem, I popped over to the infamous Pastéis de Belém for the famed pastries (also featured on Samantha Brown’s Passport to Europe when she visited Lisbon).
As if that walking around wasn’t enough, I took the metro to San Sebastio to find Mesquita Central de Lisboa (Central Mosque of Lisbon). Before taking the metro back, I shopped for groceries at El Cortes Ingles. I then tried out the elevator (not Santa Justa though) before returning to the hostel.
Friday, 9 May 2008: Scintillating Sintra
I decided to take the train to Sintra today. Sintra is a UNESCO World Heritage town a 38-minute train ride away from Lisbon. From the station, I boarded the tourist bus to Palacio Nacional da Pena (Pena National Palace). The ticket was expensive so I only bought the ticket to the park. Then I walked to Castelo dos Mouros (Moorish Castle) and spent time climbing the ruins. It drizzled on and off in Sintra but not enough to dampen my spirits (pun intended!). It was almost four by the time I took the bus back to the town centre. I finally boarded the 1800 train back to Lisbon.
Saturday, 10 May 2008: A Sort Of Homecoming
I overslept by 40 minutes this morning – I must have somehow slept through the alarm or turned it off without realising it – and hurried like crazy packing my stuff. That was something I didn’t consider – sleeping through the alarm (although I slept through many alarm clocks during my varsity days that even the clocks gave up on me and just stopped ringing)! The airport bus came just after 0800 and when I arrived at the airport, it was crazy, I just had time to check in, go through immigration (oh the stupid queue) and another stupid queue to board the plane.
We landed at Luton Airport at noon and I was lucky to be able to get through immigration and got reunited with my bag quickly. I was able to catch the 1236 coach to Marble Arch and walked to my hotel in Bayswater. It was a beautiful and unusually warm spring day for London.
Left the hotel at 1600 and went to Oxford Street – there were 2.3785 million serious shoppers thronging Oxford Street that day all with shopping bags – Oxford Circus and even walked to Leicester Square (all the way from Marble Arch). Like I told my mates later, I wasn’t sure if my feet were killing me or if I was killing my feet!
Sunday, 11 May 2008: Day At The Museums
Another fine cloudless Beautiful Day today. I walked across Kensington Gardens to Exhibition Road in Knightsbridge and headed for the Victoria & Albert Museum. Met up with Fifi, Adam, Farah and Nor shortly after and we spent time in the Natural History Museum across the street. After that, we split up: they headed to the Science Museum and I headed back to V&A. We met again after 4 pm and took the tube to Bayswater. Had a late lunch at a Chinese resto serving halal food (except for the duck). We parted after that but would meet again the next day. I spent time walking up and down Queensway before heading back to my new room (changed room today).
Monday, 12 May 2008: Another Day At The Museum
This morning, I took the bus to the British Museum at Russell Square. Spent some time there before making my way to Covent Garden. I missed a few turnings which cost me 20 minutes. Met up with Fifi, the twins and Nor again and we walked to Trafalgar Square before walking down to the Westminster Bridge, crossing River Thames. Spent some time in the park near the London Eye and walked along the river to the Tate Gallery where we had another rest. I noticed two small ‘beaches’ along River Thames and there were a few people down there sunning themselves, kicking sand and dipping into the river. The sand was surprisingly almost white. It was low tide then.
After the rest, we crossed the Millennium Bridge and walked to the Tower Bridge before parting ways at the Tower Hill tube station.
Tuesday, 13 May 2008: The King And Us
Lin came over this morning and we left after 10 for The O2 in North Greenwich to check out the King Tut exhibition. Thankfully the crowd wasn’t large today. I enjoyed it and thought it was worth every penny.
We then took the tube and London Overground to Hackney to check out the Burberry outlet there. We left empty-handed though. After lunch, we took the London Overground to Highbury & Islington and walked to the Emirates Stadium. It was almost 6 pm then and very windy around the stadium too.
Wednesday, 14 May 2008: A-R-S-E-N-A-L!
We took the tube before 0900 today; Lin headed back to Coventry and I went back to the Emirates Stadium. There was only one tour today, the Legends Tour by Charlie George. I was debating whether I should part with my dosh and finally thought, what the heck. I was already there, I actually returned back to the stadium with every intention of joining a tour although I was hoping to join the standard tour. And so I swiped my plastic (it wasn’t cheap, not for me because I’m not earning pound sterling or even Euros) for the ticket and joined the 75-minute tour.
We were taken to the Directors Box, the dressing room, the tunnel, the pitch, the press room... and the ticket also entitled us a tour of the Arsenal museum. Cor! Too bad Fàbregas wasn’t there.
I left some hours later – savouring the time around the stadium and in the museum – and took the tube to Harrods. Didn’t spend long there though and headed back to Oxford Street (incidentally a site for murder just two days earlier). Had my long-awaited jacket potato late lunch before heading back to the hotel to pack.
Thursday, 15 May 2008: Farewell London
Woke up real early this morning – I feared I might oversleep again – well, actually I slept poorly. It was chilly the night before and I was trying hard to get warm under the duvet. Was surprised to find the radiator warm this morning – the first time since I got in London.
Left at the ungodly hour of 0320 and took the bus to Marble Arch. Because of road construction, I had no choice but to use subway to cross over to Hyde Park Corner. Scary but what was a girl to do. It was deserted and I tried to push the thought of someone walking behind me.
Took the 0350 coach to Luton Airport. We arrived just before 0500. There was a group of crazy British lads all decked out in beach wear and beach gear: one had on snorkelling mask; one had on toy inflatable arm grips; a few had on beach towels; one was topless but for a pair of plastic coconut shells covering his chest and Hawaiian aloha skirt over his Bermuda shorts. They were a sight alright and I couldn’t help smiling at the sight of them (wonder how they’d get through immigration at their destination though).
Our flight took off late – almost an hour after scheduled time so we only landed at Rome Ciampino at 1140. Took the coach to Roma Termini – the driver was an eye-candy and seriously did not belong behind the wheel. From Termini, I went to my B&B at via Principe Amedeo. It was on the fourth floor – thank God there was a lift! – and my room was charmingly and tastefully decorated. As in London, I had to change room the next day.
I left the B&B at 2 something and had a late lunch. Took the metro to Flaminio and walked through Piazza del Papolo down via del Corso; detoured to Piazza di Spagna, Piazza Colonna and Fontana di Trevi before walking down to Colonna Traiana, Mercati Traianei, Foro Romano, Colosseo and Arco di Constantino. I just love ruins and Rome is full of them. The city is like an open-air museum to me.
After that, I walked back to the hotel taking Via Cavour. Had a pizza dinner near Termini.
Friday, 16 May 2008: Rome Roam
Had breakfast at the lovely breakfast room. An American fellow lodger told us he got pickpocketed the day before in the subway. Left at 1030 – I was in no hurry really. Took the metro to Spagna and walked to Mausoleo Augusto but the area was cordoned off. Walked down to Piazza Navona but the Fontana dei Quattro Fuimi was under restoration. What a shame as my last photo there was taken in the rain. Walked down to Campo de Fiori and after spending time there (Fàbregas Arsenal jersey only cost 10 Euros there!), I went to the Pantheon. Had gelato for lunch from the Gelaterie Buccianti at via Giustiniani as usual.
The sun finally struggled out from behind the clouds but it was still a bit cloudy by the time I left Pantheon at around 4. Even Tempio Adrianno was under restoration. Walked over to Fontana di Trevi – who knows when I would next visit Rome? – and walked back to the B&B,passing the four fountains at Quattro Fontane. Grabbed some pizza for tea on the way back too.
Saturday, 17 May 2008: Ciao Roma
Left shortly after 10 and took the express train to Rome Fiumicino. Golly, time seemed to have flown and now it was time to return home. As usual, couldn’t sleep on the plane.
Sunday, 18 May 2008: Home Sweet Home
Arrived at KLIA at 0735. Thank you God. I did it, God, I did it! I travelled solo, I got help from strangers when I least expected them and needed them most. I managed to catch up with my mates in London too who kindly came down to meet me. Nine countries and 2.5 weeks later and I am now back home.
OK, this is a seriously long post. I need to catch up on sleep and readjust myself to the local time!
- I’d have to be even more alert, careful and wary travelling all alone. An Asian girl – make that a Muslim Asian girl - travelling solo would stick out like a sore thumb and might attract unwanted attention. I told myself to be mentally prepared for prejudice, racism and xenophobic reaction. And there would be no Lin to look out for me. Oh my first trips to Prague, Barcelona and Milan were all solo trips too but they were of the 5N 4D kind of trips (though I arrived in Prague and Barcelona at almost midnight too).
- I had to tell my parents about my trip. And I wasn’t too surprised that they didn’t withdraw their permission; I always think they trust me more abroad than if I were in KL - go figure! They did wonder though if it was safe for me. To be honest, I wondered too. But I’d never find out if I didn’t do it. And I didn’t want to cancel the trip just because I didn’t have a travel partner.
- There were two countries that I was sure I’d have communication problems. Poland last year was bad enough.
- I’d be taking a few intra-Europe flights and RyanAir particularly imposes a strict baggage limitation of 15 kg. It was definitely a challenge for me having to pack for a 2.5-week trip with that restriction. Although it’d be good in the long run because I’d have to haul my bag all by myself.
And the following is my account of my trip.
Thursday, May Day 2008: Sleepless in Skavsta
I woke up real early this morning – too early in fact. Abah came at 0530 – he insisted on sending me to KL Sentral - while I was watering the lawn. We left after morning prayers and thankfully the long check-in queue at the KL CAT that we had to endure last year didn’t recur. The plane took off on time and almost 12 hours later, we touched down at Stockholm Arlanda Airport. This time, I’d only be in Sweden for 16 hours – or so I thought. After collecting my luggage, I made my way to the airport chapel which was really a multi-faith prayer room to perform prayers.
Took the airport bus to the City Air Terminal where I bought a ticket to Skavsta airport. I then walked along Barnhusviken and eventually found myself at the Stadshuset (City Hall) which overlooked Riddarfjärden and Rygerfjord, the hotel that Lin and I stayed at last year. After that I returned to the station and went to a nearby kebab resto for an early dinner before boarding the 1940 coach to Skavsta.
We arrived at Skavsta some 80 minutes later. I performed prayers in the baby changing room before settling down for the night. It was a basic airport and (I suspected) built to discourage travellers from sleeping there. Of course sleep didn’t come anyway for me: I could never sleep in planes – even if it was a 24-hour flight – or bright, noisy areas like airports. Couldn’t wait for the early morning flight out where I hoped to catch up on sleep during the scheduled two-hour flight.
Friday, 2 May 2008: The Terminal
Alas, our 0650 flight was delayed due to technical problems. We were made to wait. And wait. And wait. First it was scheduled for 1145 then 1245. I had planned to visit the area surrounding Frankfurt-Hahn but it was not meant to be. Other passengers came and left for their various destinations and we were still there. Finally at 1100, we were served light refreshment at the airport bar.
I was getting restless and increasingly worried as it approached 1245 and there were no sign of imminent departure. See, I had another flight to catch from Frankfurt-Hahn that same evening and if the delay was prolonged, the rest of my plan could derail. I prayed hard and finally we boarded the plane and took off at 1320.
We landed into a light drizzling afternoon at Frankfurt-Hahn at 1510 and I barely had enough time to collect my bag and freshen up before joining another queue to check in for my next destination.
I left German soil barely 2.5 hours later. This time, the flight was packed and my fellow travellers were mainly young adults who were quite noisy. The bloke next to me was especially noisy and barely had I managed to doze off when I was awakened again by his loud voice. A few times I opened my eyes to see his friends standing over us talking to him. Already I was getting bad impression on some Finns.
We finally landed at Tampere Pirkkala Airport shortly after 2100. This was the land of the midnight sun and it was still light outside. But as Tampere is not exactly near the Artic Circle, the sun did set shortly after I boarded the coach for the city. From the railway station where we were dropped off, it was a short walk uphill to my hotel. This was the most expensive lodging I had to pay for my trip: there were a limited number of hostels in Tampere and they had all run out of single rooms as early as February! I was just so glad and thankful to see the welcoming bed.
Saturday, 3 May 2008: Fine Finland
I left the hotel for the railway station just after 0900 and bought return tickets to Helsinki. As I’d missed the earlier Inter-City train (it costs less than the other service but takes slightly longer as it stops at various stations), I wandered along Hämeenkatu street first. The stores were already opened at that hour but they all close at 1800 on Saturdays. It was a mild spring morning with the temperature at 0930 reaching a bearable 18C.
We passed Finnish countryside, farms that were still barren, small towns and breathtaking lakes on the way to Helsinki. After picking some brochures of the city, I hopped onto tram 3T right in front of Rautatieasema (Central Railway Station). Tram 3T takes you around the city and covers a lot of landmarks such as the Lutheran Cathedral (Tuomiokirkko) which is the unofficial symbol of the city, dominating the central Senate Square; Olympia Stadion; and Hakaniemi kauppahalli (Hakaniemen Market Hall). Tram 3B takes the same route but goes the opposite way.
After getting down the tram an hour later, I walked along Mannerheimintie Street (or Mansku for short). It is lined with shops and restaurants. I finally had lunch at Unicafe Ylioppilasaukio which was quite tricky to locate. This was Helsinki and everything cost a premium including food. Unicafe is a student restaurant and cafeteria and if you own a Finnish student card, you pay minimal price for your meal. You need to clear your tray yourself though.
After lunch, I walked to Hakaniemen Market. Unfortunately, most stalls at the market were already closed. The ground floor of the market sells groceries while the first floor sells souvenirs and handicrafts. But like I said, the stalls in the market were mainly closed and I only managed to buy some postcards.
I then walked to the waterfront before returning to Mansku. Oh yes, I also found a halal stall by the name of Habibi serving Middle Eastern food at the food court of the Forum Shopping Centre.
I boarded the 1806 train back to Tampere. It was raining along the way but not in Tampere, I strolled down Hameenkatu again and walked to the Tammerkoski rapids. These rapids run from Lake Nasijarvi in the north to Lake Pyhajarvi in the south via Finlayson historical industrial factory area. The height difference between the two lakes is 18 metres. After some Kodak moments, I took the long way back to the hotel passing Tullintori Shopping Centre and the University of Tampere.
Sunday, 4 May 2008: Werder Bremen/Beautiful Stranger
This morning, I checked out at 0800 and rushed to the railway station to get the coach to the airport for my 1005 flight to Bremen. The airport was really tiny and after checking in your bag, you need to carry it to the conveyor belt all DIY. It was a warm morning when we boarded the plane and I managed to get the second row. I felt a little odd when no one came to sit next to me until a couple that was among the last few passengers to board. For a while, I wondered why: was it because of my skin colour or complexion? Or was it my appearance? The way I looked or how I dressed?
We landed at Bremen at 1115 and after collecting my bag – it was actually the first one out! - I walked out into the sunny weather. I was very happy to discover that just around the airport building was the main airport complex and there was also a tram service to the city centre which only took 11 minutes. Cool! So I hopped onto one, my luggage and all. The city of Bremen is charmingly compact and clean and as most other German cities, it is serviced by an efficient network of ground transportation. German efficiency at its best again.
At the city centre, I snapped photos of St Petri Dom (St Peter’s Cathedral), Rathaus (Town Hall), Bremer Roland (Roland Statue), Bremer Stadtmusikanten (Bremen Town Musicians), the west side of Marktplatz (Market Place) and Böttercherstraße. The city centre tour over, I headed for a kebab resto near the tram stop for lunch.
I arrived back at the Bremen airport just in time to check in for my flight to Milan Orio al Serio or Milan Bergamo (the locals call Milan ‘Mailand’). Actually, I could have taken a direct flight from Tampere to Milan Bergamo but it cost more even after taxes and charges, hence I decided to break my journey at Bremen. And I am glad I did so as I enjoyed Bremen.
We arrived at Milan 10 minutes early and I had about three hours to kill before my next flight out. I thought of checking out Bergamo city but the bus to town takes about 20-30 minutes and runs only every 30 minutes. After working it out, I realised that I’d have very little time to explore the town due to the bus times and plus it was a Sunday so services may even be less frequent and reliable. So I stayed in the airport and performed prayers in the airport chapel. And this time, it was really a chapel so I borrowed a few square metres of the chapel for my prayers.
The flight out of Milan was delayed so we arrived half an hour later than scheduled at Bucharest-Baneasa airport. There was a very long queue of about two hundred people ahead of us so it was another long wait before we cleared immigration (and even longer for me since I wasn’t a local). There was only one conveyor belt (as at Tampere) and after waiting a few more minutes, I was finally reunited with my bag and emerged out of the airport into the dark Bucharest night; it had obviously been raining hard before for the ground was wet and there were puddles of water everywhere. Not exactly an encouraging welcome, I thought, and ignoring all the cabs (what little I read of Bucharest warned against taking the cab from the airport) and struggling to ask people for directions, I put on a bold look and marched to find the bus stop as described in my hostel page. Of course this was all a front but to appear scared and timid would no doubt make me an easier prey.
After a few minutes, two chaps came up and I asked if they could speak English. One replied in affirmative so I asked him where I could get the bus to Gara de Nord. He consulted his friend and they told me they didn’t know where the bus stop for that particular bus was and in any case, it was possible that the bus had finished its service for the day.
A bus came along and the chap who spoke English invited me along, saying they were going to ride the bus to somewhere and try to get a cab from there. The cabs at the airport were all intent on ripping people off and one actually quoted 10 Euros to get to Gara de Nord when it should only be 5 or 6 Euros. I threw caution to the wind and went along with them. Heck, what choice did I have anyway.
At some square, we got down from the bus and hailed a cab (we had agreed to share the cab and split the cost). I decided to ask the English-speaking guy to tell the cabbie to bring me direct to where my hostel was instead and off we went. Bucharest was obviously a massive city because we were driving on and on and I was beginning to feel anxious as it was nearing midnight. At one point, the guy even turned to me and said I shouldn’t trust everyone I meet and I replied, well I had to try my luck and pray for the best. Then I thought, what if they decided to kidnap me? I don’t speak the language and very few of the locals evidently speak English. I wondered aloud how much further we needed to go and the chap (I never did get his name but he was kinda cute, cuter than his mate) told me that Bucharest was indeed a big city.
Finally we came to a series of old Communist-style identical-looking apartment blocks. My heart sank at the sight of them. The chap offered to help me locate the right block and so there we were, at almost midnight, going around avoiding puddles and peering into the dark starless night for the right block. It was a good five minutes later when we finally located it at another group of apartment blocks. And so I arrived safe and sound at last and without any Dracula bites on my neck. The flat was surprisingly neat and modern despite the outward appearance of the block. Thank God for that.
Monday, 5 May 2008: Steaua Bucureşti
I met three other lodgers (they all shared a big room that fit three bunk beds) at breakfast. I only set off into the city well after 10 am. And as I walked to the metro station, I was glad that I had taken the cab directly to the hostel the night before instead of taking it to Gara de Nord and taking the metro and walking from the station to the hostel for I doubt I would have been able to find the hostel that way. The area was indeed a typical Communist-style neighbourhood with grim buildings and shop houses. And I’d read of the stray dogs of Bucharest but thankfully, I didn’t meet many of them.
I took the metro to Gara de Nord to buy train ticket for tonight. As Romania is still very much reliant on cash economy, I had to scout for a moneychanger first to change further Euros into Lei before buying the train ticket. Thank God the lady behind the counter could speak English (we’d had problems communicating in Bratislava and Krakow before).
After all that was settled, I took the metro to Palatul Parlamentului (Parliament Palace). It is a huge massive gigantic structure and is actually the second largest building in the world after the Pentagon. After checking out the surrounding area – there were very lovely buildings around the place! - I decided to take the English tour at 1400.
The tour lasted for almost an hour. There are 15 storeys to the building including five underground levels and it is presently 90% completed. It took 20,000 people on 24-hour shifts six years to build it – until the dictator Ceauşescu was thrown over. He bulldozed 1/6 of Bucharest to accommodate the massive building and had the people relocated into apartment blocks (no surprises there). The resources to build the palace were mainly local – marbles, velvet curtains weighing tonnes, long carpets also weighing tonnes, glasses for the chandeliers, wood for panelling, etc, etc, etc. The insides were quite bare though (our tour only took us to 4% of the building!). I thought it was such a shame to have such a gigantic building built from Romania’s finest resources and yet have its citizens living in ugly apartment blocks.
After the tour, I strolled around the area to the opera and then took the metro to Eroii Revolutiei to search for the Turkish mosque I read was located there. I finally found it with the help of a local girl; it was a small mosque alright. I couldn’t enter the mosque though and there weren’t any signs of Muslims about either.
I took the metro back to the hostel and after performing prayers and freshening up, I left the hostel and took the metro to Gara de Nord. After an early dinner at a Turkish kebab resto, I returned to the station and boarded the 1953 train for my next destination. I shared my sleeper cabin with a girl from Sofia and thankfully got the lower bunk. It was quite fun travelling by train that way although I didn’t manage to sleep well as usual. The border police came on twice to check our passports.
Tuesday, 6 May 2008: The City of Wisdom
We arrived at Sofia Gare Centrale at 0605. An overfriendly elderly guy was insistent I followed him to the Information Centre but after a while, I got wary of him. There were suspicious-looking characters in the station at that early hour and there were some who looked like gypsies too. The Info Centre opened late – apparently the lady misplaced the office keys. After changing some Euros into Bulgarian Lev, I took the tram to my hostel . It was a bit challenging as Bulgarians use the Cyrillic alphabet (like Russians) but I managed to locate the hotel after figuring out the early initials of street names. It was on the tram when I figured it was a special day as the tram had to stop for quite a while to let army tankers pass. It was at the hostel when I discovered that Bulgarians celebrate Gergyovden (St George’s Day) or the Day of the Bulgarian Army on 6 May every year.
After checking in, shower and breakfast, I left the hostel and headed for Hram-pametnik Aleksandar Nevski (Alexander Nevski Memorial Church), passing the Pametnik Tsar Osvoboditel (Monument to the Tsar Liberator – it honours the Tsar who, by declaring war on the Ottoman Empire in 1877, liberated Bulgaria). Then I walked to Dzhamia Banya Bashi (Banya Bashi Mosque) which is the last surviving mosque in Sofia; Tsurkva Sveta Petka Samardzhiyska (Church of St Petka of the Saddlemakers which is a fourteenth-century church in the middle of a semi-submerged mall); Statuya na Sveta Sofia (Monument to Holy Wisdom); Rotonda Sveti Gerogi (Rotunda of St George) located in a courtyard behind the Sheraton Hotel; Naroden teatar (National Theatre); Natsionalna hudozhestvena galeriya (National Gallery) and Tsurkva Sveta Sofia (Church of St Sofia). Some of the churches were at some point used as mosques during the Ottoman reign.
I was starting to feel a headache due to lack of sleep and after having lunch at a vegetarian resto (not easy to locate), I headed back to the hostel to rest. I ordered a lot for lunch and had the resto pack the unfinished portion for dinner. I ended up chatting to Iana, a Bulgarian girl who now resides in Canada and was back in the country for holidays.
Wednesday, 7 May 2008: Strangers in the Night
Another early morning today. Checked out at 0700 and walked to a bus stop at a nearby park to catch the airport bus. I was flying off to another destination but had to transit for a few hours in Vienna.
Having been in Vienna twice before, I knew the city was darn expensive and yet I managed to spend. Oh dear! Took the airport bus to Schwedenplatz and walked to Hofsburg. Met a Malaysian couple there too. After that, I walked to Heldenplatz, Alberttina, Staatsoper (Opera House) and crossed over to Naschmarkt where I had lunch. There were a few halal stalls at the market.
After lunch, I strolled along Karnther Strasse to Stephansdom (which is like the landmark of Vienna) and even walked to Donaukanal. I returned to the airport and checked in at almost 8 pm. Looked frantically for the airport chapel but couldn’t locate it so performed prayers in the baby changing room instead. Boarded the 2130 plane to my next destination, not realising it would be a 3.5-hour trip as the country was an hour behind the rest of Western Europe.
We arrived at the Lisbon airport at midnight and I was a bit apprehensive, as I knew there were no more airport buses running at that hour. I chatted up a fellow passenger as we were waiting for our bags and she told me she had someone meeting her. Well, I had prepared myself mentally to take the cab but I just didn’t fancy being cheated and besides, I don’t even take cabs that late at night in KL.
I was checking some information at the kiosk when the lady I talked to earlier approached and asked if I wanted to get a lift from her friend. I was so thankful for that offer and accepted it gratefully. There I was, an Asian girl, feeling shunned at times as everyone went to sit elsewhere but beside me or everyone looked at and then ignored (or so I felt) and suddenly I got an offer of a ride when I needed it most by people I didn’t even know.
It was only a twenty-minute ride to the city and the kind driver, a Yankee who had already been residing in Lisbon for some time from the sound of his lingo, dropped me near my hostel.
Thursday, 8 May 2008: Sporting Lisbon
I left a bit late today and it was already bright when I left the hostel. The city was a bit windy but other than that, it was a mild early summer day. I took pictures at Praça D. Pedro before walking down to the Tourist Info Centre at Praça do Comercio, passing Elevador de Santa Justa on the way (Lisbon is built on seven hills just like Rome hence elevators like these come in handy so one doesn’t need to climb those hills). After getting useful advice from the lady at the Tourist Info Centre – the lady was in Malaysia a few months ago on her honeymoon and was gushing on about the warm hospitality of Malaysians, the efficient way we do things (eh? This should serve as a hint as to how they do things in Portugal) and the wonderful service of MAS. I just couldn’t help feeling warm and proud.
I then took tram 28 up to Castelo de São Jorge. The chap at the castle ticket office asked if I had a student card (!) which of course I didn’t regretfully (dang!). He was an eye-candy and in my opinion, wasted sitting in there. Anyway, back to the castle: it was built by Muslims atop a hill near Alfama and from there, you could get a bird’s eye view over Lisbon, Rio Tejo (Tagus River) and the Ponte 25 de Abril (25 April Bridge, which is the sister bridge of the Golden Gate in San Francisco).
After exploring the castle, I explored the Alfama neighbourhood before having a late lunch. I then took tram 25 to Belem to the Padrão dos Descobrimentos (Monument to the Discoveries), Mosteiros dos Jerónimos (Jeronimos Monastery) and Torre de Belém (Belem Tower).
Before leaving Belem, I popped over to the infamous Pastéis de Belém for the famed pastries (also featured on Samantha Brown’s Passport to Europe when she visited Lisbon).
As if that walking around wasn’t enough, I took the metro to San Sebastio to find Mesquita Central de Lisboa (Central Mosque of Lisbon). Before taking the metro back, I shopped for groceries at El Cortes Ingles. I then tried out the elevator (not Santa Justa though) before returning to the hostel.
Friday, 9 May 2008: Scintillating Sintra
I decided to take the train to Sintra today. Sintra is a UNESCO World Heritage town a 38-minute train ride away from Lisbon. From the station, I boarded the tourist bus to Palacio Nacional da Pena (Pena National Palace). The ticket was expensive so I only bought the ticket to the park. Then I walked to Castelo dos Mouros (Moorish Castle) and spent time climbing the ruins. It drizzled on and off in Sintra but not enough to dampen my spirits (pun intended!). It was almost four by the time I took the bus back to the town centre. I finally boarded the 1800 train back to Lisbon.
Saturday, 10 May 2008: A Sort Of Homecoming
I overslept by 40 minutes this morning – I must have somehow slept through the alarm or turned it off without realising it – and hurried like crazy packing my stuff. That was something I didn’t consider – sleeping through the alarm (although I slept through many alarm clocks during my varsity days that even the clocks gave up on me and just stopped ringing)! The airport bus came just after 0800 and when I arrived at the airport, it was crazy, I just had time to check in, go through immigration (oh the stupid queue) and another stupid queue to board the plane.
We landed at Luton Airport at noon and I was lucky to be able to get through immigration and got reunited with my bag quickly. I was able to catch the 1236 coach to Marble Arch and walked to my hotel in Bayswater. It was a beautiful and unusually warm spring day for London.
Left the hotel at 1600 and went to Oxford Street – there were 2.3785 million serious shoppers thronging Oxford Street that day all with shopping bags – Oxford Circus and even walked to Leicester Square (all the way from Marble Arch). Like I told my mates later, I wasn’t sure if my feet were killing me or if I was killing my feet!
Sunday, 11 May 2008: Day At The Museums
Another fine cloudless Beautiful Day today. I walked across Kensington Gardens to Exhibition Road in Knightsbridge and headed for the Victoria & Albert Museum. Met up with Fifi, Adam, Farah and Nor shortly after and we spent time in the Natural History Museum across the street. After that, we split up: they headed to the Science Museum and I headed back to V&A. We met again after 4 pm and took the tube to Bayswater. Had a late lunch at a Chinese resto serving halal food (except for the duck). We parted after that but would meet again the next day. I spent time walking up and down Queensway before heading back to my new room (changed room today).
Monday, 12 May 2008: Another Day At The Museum
This morning, I took the bus to the British Museum at Russell Square. Spent some time there before making my way to Covent Garden. I missed a few turnings which cost me 20 minutes. Met up with Fifi, the twins and Nor again and we walked to Trafalgar Square before walking down to the Westminster Bridge, crossing River Thames. Spent some time in the park near the London Eye and walked along the river to the Tate Gallery where we had another rest. I noticed two small ‘beaches’ along River Thames and there were a few people down there sunning themselves, kicking sand and dipping into the river. The sand was surprisingly almost white. It was low tide then.
After the rest, we crossed the Millennium Bridge and walked to the Tower Bridge before parting ways at the Tower Hill tube station.
Tuesday, 13 May 2008: The King And Us
Lin came over this morning and we left after 10 for The O2 in North Greenwich to check out the King Tut exhibition. Thankfully the crowd wasn’t large today. I enjoyed it and thought it was worth every penny.
We then took the tube and London Overground to Hackney to check out the Burberry outlet there. We left empty-handed though. After lunch, we took the London Overground to Highbury & Islington and walked to the Emirates Stadium. It was almost 6 pm then and very windy around the stadium too.
Wednesday, 14 May 2008: A-R-S-E-N-A-L!
We took the tube before 0900 today; Lin headed back to Coventry and I went back to the Emirates Stadium. There was only one tour today, the Legends Tour by Charlie George. I was debating whether I should part with my dosh and finally thought, what the heck. I was already there, I actually returned back to the stadium with every intention of joining a tour although I was hoping to join the standard tour. And so I swiped my plastic (it wasn’t cheap, not for me because I’m not earning pound sterling or even Euros) for the ticket and joined the 75-minute tour.
We were taken to the Directors Box, the dressing room, the tunnel, the pitch, the press room... and the ticket also entitled us a tour of the Arsenal museum. Cor! Too bad Fàbregas wasn’t there.
I left some hours later – savouring the time around the stadium and in the museum – and took the tube to Harrods. Didn’t spend long there though and headed back to Oxford Street (incidentally a site for murder just two days earlier). Had my long-awaited jacket potato late lunch before heading back to the hotel to pack.
Thursday, 15 May 2008: Farewell London
Woke up real early this morning – I feared I might oversleep again – well, actually I slept poorly. It was chilly the night before and I was trying hard to get warm under the duvet. Was surprised to find the radiator warm this morning – the first time since I got in London.
Left at the ungodly hour of 0320 and took the bus to Marble Arch. Because of road construction, I had no choice but to use subway to cross over to Hyde Park Corner. Scary but what was a girl to do. It was deserted and I tried to push the thought of someone walking behind me.
Took the 0350 coach to Luton Airport. We arrived just before 0500. There was a group of crazy British lads all decked out in beach wear and beach gear: one had on snorkelling mask; one had on toy inflatable arm grips; a few had on beach towels; one was topless but for a pair of plastic coconut shells covering his chest and Hawaiian aloha skirt over his Bermuda shorts. They were a sight alright and I couldn’t help smiling at the sight of them (wonder how they’d get through immigration at their destination though).
Our flight took off late – almost an hour after scheduled time so we only landed at Rome Ciampino at 1140. Took the coach to Roma Termini – the driver was an eye-candy and seriously did not belong behind the wheel. From Termini, I went to my B&B at via Principe Amedeo. It was on the fourth floor – thank God there was a lift! – and my room was charmingly and tastefully decorated. As in London, I had to change room the next day.
I left the B&B at 2 something and had a late lunch. Took the metro to Flaminio and walked through Piazza del Papolo down via del Corso; detoured to Piazza di Spagna, Piazza Colonna and Fontana di Trevi before walking down to Colonna Traiana, Mercati Traianei, Foro Romano, Colosseo and Arco di Constantino. I just love ruins and Rome is full of them. The city is like an open-air museum to me.
After that, I walked back to the hotel taking Via Cavour. Had a pizza dinner near Termini.
Friday, 16 May 2008: Rome Roam
Had breakfast at the lovely breakfast room. An American fellow lodger told us he got pickpocketed the day before in the subway. Left at 1030 – I was in no hurry really. Took the metro to Spagna and walked to Mausoleo Augusto but the area was cordoned off. Walked down to Piazza Navona but the Fontana dei Quattro Fuimi was under restoration. What a shame as my last photo there was taken in the rain. Walked down to Campo de Fiori and after spending time there (Fàbregas Arsenal jersey only cost 10 Euros there!), I went to the Pantheon. Had gelato for lunch from the Gelaterie Buccianti at via Giustiniani as usual.
The sun finally struggled out from behind the clouds but it was still a bit cloudy by the time I left Pantheon at around 4. Even Tempio Adrianno was under restoration. Walked over to Fontana di Trevi – who knows when I would next visit Rome? – and walked back to the B&B,passing the four fountains at Quattro Fontane. Grabbed some pizza for tea on the way back too.
Saturday, 17 May 2008: Ciao Roma
Left shortly after 10 and took the express train to Rome Fiumicino. Golly, time seemed to have flown and now it was time to return home. As usual, couldn’t sleep on the plane.
Sunday, 18 May 2008: Home Sweet Home
Arrived at KLIA at 0735. Thank you God. I did it, God, I did it! I travelled solo, I got help from strangers when I least expected them and needed them most. I managed to catch up with my mates in London too who kindly came down to meet me. Nine countries and 2.5 weeks later and I am now back home.
OK, this is a seriously long post. I need to catch up on sleep and readjust myself to the local time!
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