OT: was "Second XSI Usermeeting in Berlin/Germany :-)"

[Dan Yargici <dan(at)imajonline.com>]

I once did the same thing, I turned up at the international terminal in 
Istanbul at 4 am (instead of 4*pm* - a full 12 hours early) when it 
still looked like the result of an explosion in a beige plastic factory 
from the 60's and having just stepped off a *12 hour* cramped coach 
ride. I had no money for food or drink let alone for a taxi back into 
town..... also I had about 5 separate pieces of luggage which they 
wouldn't let me leave with check-in so I had to drag them around behind 
me.  I was also surrounded by drunken russians and a kiwi who had taken 
it upon himself to join in with the vodka drinking festivities, stand on 
his suitcase in the middle of the hall (I say hall, because back then it 
really was) and air-guitar/scream "smoke on the water" reapeatedly for 
about an hour.

When I stepped on the plane I was lucky enough to find this man sitting 
infront of me, from where he proceeded to cause total chaos for the 
entire flight and had to be retsrained at the back of the plane next to 
some poor woman...... at this point though, having not eaten in almost 
24hrs I was too busy ploughing through mini-cheeses, crackers, peanuts 
and rubberized chicken with carrot-cubes etc. to care.

On arrival back in Stansted Airport I sat patiently waiting for my mum 
to pick me up ( I was 17 at the time ), and I waited, and waited, and 
waited...... for about 2 or 3 hours.  Finally I took 10p off a kind soul 
and rang my parents' house, no answer, waited some more, rang again etc. 
etc...... with about 10mins to go before the last train into London 
departed (again - no money!) I remembered I had the number of my mum's 
friend written in my passport so I rang her, only to be told that my 
parents were infact in Paris..... not a happy chappy was I.... (turns 
out there was a bit of a mix-up there, still argued to this day!)

Anyway, I decided I'd just have to fare-dodge my way back to London, 
from where I would jump in a taxi and go to my mum's friend's house 
where a key an some taxi money would be waiting.  By this point I was 
rather tired as you could imagine, I hopped on the train in the nick of 
time and we set off on the 40minute ride into London.... then I nodded 
off, then I opened my eyes, told myself I musn't sleep, then I opened my 
eyes again, then I nodded off again.... then I was awoken by this 
strange beeping sound, which turned out to me the doors closing before 
the train was to depart on it's return-leg back to the airport for the 
night, with me in it...  Luckily I managed to lunge fast enough to lodge 
one of my free, un-baggage-laden limbs into the door thereby alerting 
the drive to my plight and causing him to re-open them.... after that I 
eventually found a taxi home....

Anyway, it was a full 36hour trains, planes and automobiles experience 
that I will never forget until the day I die... :)

DAN
gnrrr gnrrr gnrrrrrr, gnr gnr gnr-nrrrrrrrrrr, gnrrr gnrrr gnrrrrrrrrr, 
gnrrr-gnrrrrrrrr, smooooooke on the waaaaaa-terrrrrrrrr.........


Tim Leydecker wrote:

> This may cheer you up.
>
> I missed my plane to Spain by one day althought I had stared at
> the tickets for about a gazillion times, still missing the obvious
> difference between "28th" and "29th".
>
> Don?t do bookings late at night...
>
> Ouch.
>
> tim
>
> P.S: I still have that studentjob where I?m expected to put text
> into an Aston|Ethos to go on air as provided - not as assumed:-)
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