Those who travel with hand luggage rather than checked baggage to have a safe journey in the hold with confidence that nobody will touch 'or above will lose' their little possessions.
Also I've always thought so ': until the night between Tuesday and Wednesday!
Journey:
Milan-Bergamo to London-Luton
Airplane flight OK though with the usual delays Ryanair ... But anyway we can 'be given the prices that are well in hand with this company.
Arrival in Luton. Queue for passport control immemorial: fortunately there was a reassuring voice that recalls in us poor passengers who land in the middle of the night, that due to numerous landings could occur tails! But it should be? But with all night and 'just need to focus all 3 or 4 planes in the same period?? boh!
Even on flights that go from here to Genoa: Ryan and BA landing at the same time! : D Anyways
'closed little digression we return to our unsafe luggage!
I said ... Not everyone considers bus trip! Your loved
baggage at this point is in the "hold" the vehicle that travels on the road.
And here comes when you least expect it you fuck Jenny and her suitcase! : D
As it was about one o'clock, and since we had the time on Italian (and then an hour later, at two Italian), we fell asleep as soon departed from Luton.
sudden awakening when the driver yells our stop, "stop Brent Cross, Cross Breeeeeent!"
Jenny throws us in June and I 'still with eyes half closed (and the button of his trousers unbuttoned 4KG seen in the more' that I brought back from the Tyrol!)
I see you walk away with a bag on the driver has passed and I take stock of Jenny and 'right there for me.
Hello hello and coach again ...
I look at "my" baggage that Jenny was nearby and I realize that is not 'him!
Oh My God! Here is the notorious thief and the bus' into action and took the belongings of some poor and unsuspecting passenger who is continuing his journey to the next destination, most likely in the arms of Morpheus! :-P
Seriously, mess! And now?! After a small moment of panic ...
We try to find phone numbers by all parties to get in touch with the bus company and also in rummaged through the bag "stolen" by finding only a dozen DVD ITALIAN CHAMPIONSHIP! Hahaha! logically aggiuntina some clothes with a box of Gonda! : D
seemed really funny. At the end we have the brilliant idea to wait for the next coach and stop it. Both catered 'every 30 minutes. In fact, after a
, looong waiting for us, I literally threw in the road and stopped. The driver
do not know who called and explained the situation. We climb on that bus and head toward the terminal where there waiting for 'a very Italian boy as well as' lover of football with my luggage below!
After apologies and explanations kindly bring us back even to our predetermined destination. We opt for another stop in this point and go down to Marble Arch where we take the 6, which brings us back home. Although he found an Italian boy, who lives not far away from where we live, we preferred not to exchange contacts ... you know maybe then we ended up nights to spend evenings watching football matches!!
Basically for those who did not understand the small and Jenny 'was subdued by the driver taking advantage of the fact that we were not quite awake and watchful offered her a bag very similar to hers.
But I saw your bag right there for me, I took it thinking she had done the same with my ...
Well ... The fact is that at 3.30 (4.30 ita!) finally we set to bed.
Comuque and all 's well that ends well right? :-)
/ nox
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