by hazlikuss
@ 2008-02-20 - 02:37:57
This is my first trip to Venezuela. Together with my Mum and Dad and almost all material belongings of our life we decided to make a long journey from Barcelona to Milan and from there to Caracas.
(Barcelona) And we woke up at 3:30am. Of course my parents thought that I will carry on with sleeping but in this time (we were moving out from UK almost in the same time of the night) the ride to the airport beautifully make my busy. Quite and peacefull streets help us to find some time to say goodbye to Europa. It can be the last moment to take a rest before - indeed - stressfull day.On the airport without any problems we found out the right place. When Daddy put the huge bundles - one by one - on the scale, the lady from airline company turned few times her head and mutters something to herself.
- O My God*. To many thinks! - probably thought Daddy.
In this case we were ready to pay for extra kilograms, but sleepy lady said that is impossible - the security regulationes and 32 kg per person (I don't know why they didn't count me - I am a person or not??!!). So the extra kilograms need to go in the hand luggage. The stress arrived, because we had already in the hand lugguge: two 10kg backpacks, black bag with my nappies and other stuff (only legal one
, the bag with computer and documents, one bag with food and one with personal stuff of my Mum, in which you could find everything starting from my Nurofen and finishing on the scoulpture of
Whiliam Walles - the libertador of Scots. Of course I tried to not disturb my parents but all attempts to walk more than two meters around were finishing with no success.
In this case we were ready to pay for extra kilograms, but sleepy lady said that is impossible - the security regulationes and 32 kg per person (I don't know why they didn't count me - I am a person or not??!!). So the extra kilograms need to go in the hand luggage. The stress arrived, because we had already in the hand lugguge: two 10kg backpacks, black bag with my nappies and other stuff (only legal one
, the bag with computer and documents, one bag with food and one with personal stuff of my Mum, in which you could find everything starting from my Nurofen and finishing on the scoulpture of Whiliam Walles - the libertador of Scots. Of course I tried to not disturb my parents but all attempts to walk more than two meters around were finishing with no success. Yupiii, we did it! But what is that? The new 2 bags arrived. We were looking like a family of Gypsy. We needed just a song: Oj Amore, shaba daba da Amore...
Don't ask how we get throught security gates (Daddy was looking very funny with the trousers going down all the time) and how we get to the aircraft - where one hand baggage per person was obligatory. About this kind of adventure - no one will write a book - unfortunatelly - apart of my dairy, of course.
The flight to Milan was all right. Mainly herd of businessmans with caprices on the faces was sitting here and there. I decided not to worry about them and concentrated on my tit. My father is calling it breast - so when he is eating a chicken he is telling me that:
- You see my son. I know that you have still green light for them but I have as well my teasty breast.
I slept over on the transit in Milan. I woke up before we get to the aircraft call Boeing 767 local - oceanic airlines call Alitalia. This huge monster was very cool but the number of the flight was not really - 666. What a hell! - so many daredevils, so many happy travellers, that any SATelite company call ANIST will not stop us - and it didn't.
Don't ask how we get throught security gates (Daddy was looking very funny with the trousers going down all the time) and how we get to the aircraft - where one hand baggage per person was obligatory. About this kind of adventure - no one will write a book - unfortunatelly - apart of my dairy, of course.
The flight to Milan was all right. Mainly herd of businessmans with caprices on the faces was sitting here and there. I decided not to worry about them and concentrated on my tit. My father is calling it breast - so when he is eating a chicken he is telling me that:
- You see my son. I know that you have still green light for them but I have as well my teasty breast.
I slept over on the transit in Milan. I woke up before we get to the aircraft call Boeing 767 local - oceanic airlines call Alitalia. This huge monster was very cool but the number of the flight was not really - 666. What a hell! - so many daredevils, so many happy travellers, that any SATelite company call ANIST will not stop us - and it didn't.
the end of the part 1
*this is the polish equivalent of "Kurde felek"
