RyanAir is a "budget" airline of europe. but don't confuse this with the likes of Southwest or JetBlue. No, flying RyanAir is an experience all on its own.
Our journey began in Rome. Technically, it began with the official RyanAir bus transport from the city to the cheap, no frills airport. Once arriving at the airport, there was a mad dash for everyone to get off. This should have tipped us off to the adventures we would soon have, but, naively, it didn't.
First, none of the luggage was organized. Why? Because each person threw their own luggage in the back of the bus and.....well....Italians are not known for their driving skills. Motion sickness pills become your best friend. So, getting our luggage off the bus was an event all on its own. There was no order and no one to help. Essentially, it was one massive free-for-all.
Free for all seemed to be the name of the game. There was no order in the airport. We received a boarding pass number, but, of course, that meant nothing. In fact, when it was time to board the plane, numbers 1-65 could go in the right hand side and numbers 66-the end would go in the left. Being honest girls, Andrea and I dutifully marched to the end of the line. Wouldn't you know, both lanes converged.....so the boarding pass numbers meant absolutely NOTHING.
Once we finally got on the plane, it was another free-for-all again. Basically, you just have to muscle your way around, just to find a seat. The same goes for getting off the plane.
My favorite part about flying RyanAir is the fact that on my 2nd flight (from Dublin to Edinburgh), i actually got priority seating. yah right.
the scottish bus system
today andrea and i decided to see the city (edinburgh) the cheap way. since it was raining, we hopped on the city bus and planned to take it around....all for a mere 80 pence! Andrea also had the great idea to climb to the top of the double-decker bus, so we could see even more. Wouldn't you know, all the windows were fogged, so we couldn't see anyways.
Despite the lack of a view, we still had fun. Until the bus stopped. We were both on the top level of the bus and then we heard the engine turn off. We looked around........and the entire bus was empty. We climbed down the stairs and the driver was reading the newspaper. So, for about 15 or 20 minutes, the three of us just sat there. Andrea and I looked nervously around, wondering what we should do. We furiously scanned our Edinburgh city map, only to find that we had driven off the map, so we had no idea where to go. It was just us and a city bus, stuck in the middle of a Scottish residential neighborhood.
To summarize: we took the bus to (1) keep warm (2) see the city (3) actually get somewhere. After over an hour of driving (or sitting), we managed to accomplish absolutely.....nothing.
when the warmest i've ever been was while in the Swiss Alps, there are serious problems.
In the same day, Andrea and I have gone from both wearing tank tops this morning, to wearing 6 layers and still freezing. She actually had on 2 jackets, 1 sweatshirt, 2 tank tops, 1 long sleeve shirt, and 2 hats. Plus, her hands were blue.