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Published: October 19th 2007
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Stockholm
We Made it!!!! After everything This past weekend I set off for the capital of Sweden, Stockholm. It all started out as a good idea. We found airfare online flying out of a different airport about 2 hours away from us for a fairly good price, all we had to do was take the train and we would reach the airport. So Thursday night came and I went to the train station to meet the girls I was going with and they were late, so of course I stated to freak out, the train was running a bit late too (thank god) so I tried to stay calm, but they still had not gotten there. Then the train arrived and was in a hurry to get out because it was running late, so in my broken French I started yelling at them telling them to “attend pour mes amies” (wait for my friends) because they were so close. Finally they came running through the train station and made it on the train. Thank goodness. So I kind of had a bad feeling about the trip already because of its rocky start.
We rode on the train for about 2 hours and finally got to Marseille. The
Stockholm
On our boat tour train station was beautiful and we could see a castle on one of the hills that was all lit up. By now it was around midnight, and things looked like they were starting to close, I knew the airport was close somewhere, and thought that we could find some kind of transportation there to get us to the airport, (a metro, tram, or bus all cheap forms of transportation). So we started walking into the city and found that everything was closed. The metro stopped at midnight. So we went up to a pair of police officers and asked them what was the best way of getting to the airport…and then the bastard laughed at us, apparently the airport was 40km away, about a 45 minute drive by taxis. So having no choice we got a cab a paid more money to get to the airport then I care to admit, at least it was between three.
We finally got to the airport, and decided to curl up somewhere and sleep. Can’t say I have ever had to sleep in an airport, (we had decided to leave late at night because our flight was at 6:35am, and no trains ran
Marseilles
Marseilles Castle that early). It was a bit intense, but we were fine. So the next morning we flew to Stockholm, got there around 10:00 and discovered our airport was 80 minutes from the city. So once again we had to pay more money for transportation. So we took an 80 minute bus ride to get there (are you keeping count on the number of different types of transportation that I took during this trip, train, cab, plane, and now a bus). When we got to the bus station in Stockholm we had to take a metro (transportation type number 5) to get to our hostel, which by the way took us a good 45 minutes to find. So by 1pm we finally checked into our hostel and passed out for a good three hours.
The rest of the trip went well; we went sightseeing by boat, did some shopping, walked around, and drank lots of warm beverages because it was pretty cold there. Little did we know that round two of transportation nightmare was just around the corner.
Sunday morning we woke up early because we had to catch our lovely 80minute bus back to the airport for our 10:30 flight.
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Getting ready to set off. Everything was going well; we made to the bus station, got on our bus and were on our way. We were waiting in line for check in, and got up to the counter and I said my name, the guy behind the counter looked down on his list and said that my name was not there (Panic mode began) he then asked me where I was flying too, and I told him, and he said, “oh I am sorry you are at the wrong airport, the airport you need to be at in about 2 hours in the other direction” fan-freakin-tastic. So all I could think of was we took the wrong bus out here, and it was already 9:30 there was no way we were going to make our 10:30 plane. So we got back on the damn bus for another 80minutes to go and check if we could find some check flights home for the next day. None were to be founds so our only option was to go to the big airport (because Stockholm has 5 airports, yes 5 how many cities have 5 freakin airports) and go from counter to counter and ask if they had
any flights back to Nice, France for a reasonable price. Well I am not going to lie, the flight we booked was not so reasonable, but really I didn’t have much of a choice, I had to get back to school the next day and couldn’t miss class. But the attendant at the counter was very nice, as said that one way flights are much more expensive than round trip so now I am going to Amsterdam (it is the layover location before returning to Stockholm, he said to just get off there). So we got on our flight and had our layover in Amsterdam, which of course our flight ended up being delayed. It was midnight by the time I got home. And the thing that kills me now, is that the next day I got up to go to class and oh yeah it was canceled. GRRR.
So this was my experience with Stockholm, it was a pretty city, but can’t say it is one that I am dying to go back to anytime soon.
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anastasia
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AHHH!
Oh Magg!!!!!! I just figured out I can post comments!!!!!!!!!!Yohoo... i miss you tons.... i love checking your blog girl.... and i am so sorry about your transportation nightmare.... but you gotta admit it's funny! in retrospect at least.... hehehehe..... you are totally not taking enough pictures.... i know you can do better.... just think of us who are back home... we want to enjoy europe too... even if it is through your camera! so da! take more, post more, and expect to hear from me more now that i know i can post these messages! whoohooo! air hugs and kisses from lynnwood! (by the way, i have a new car waiting for you to take you shopping for a pretty PINK dress for you know what!) MUAH!