|Where's Dr Who when you need him?|
We decided we would go to England to see some friends - Carol and Andrew in London, and Joan and Ross in Cleethorps, (up on the coast, north-east of London near the old Tioxide Grimsby plant).
After some research on the web, we planned the following trip:
01. Saturday morning, taxi from apartment to Florence SMN railway station
02. train from Florence to Pisa Central
03. bus from Pisa station to Pisa Airport
04. plane from Pisa airport to London Gatwick
05. Gatwick express train from Gatwick to London Victoria Station
06. tube from Victoria Station to South Ealing
Saturday night with Andrew and Carol.
Sunday with Andrew and Carol, and Sunday evening with Jonathan.
Sunday night with Andrew and Carol.
07. Monday morning, tube from South Ealing to Kings Cross Station.
08. train from Kings Cross Station to Cleethorps
Monday evening through Wednesday morning with Ross, Joan and Martin
09. Wednesday morning, train from Cleethorps to Kings Cross Station.
10. tube from Kings Cross Station to South Ealing.
Wednesday evening with Andrew and Carol
11. Thursday morning, tube from South Ealing to Victoria Station.
12. Gatwick express train from Victoria Station to London Gatwick
13. plane from London Gatwick to Pisa airport
14. bus from Pisa Airport to Pisa central railway station
15. train from Pisa Central to Florence SMN station
16. taxi from Florence railway station to apartment.
All planned with my usual military-trained attention to detail!
The trip may look a bit complicated, but I had checked all the timetables, booked and paid for bus tickets, train tickets, and aeroplane tickets. Everything was in place.
We got up early on Saturday morning, packed the last of our bits and bobs, and caught the taxi to the station.
|"Take the last train to Clarksville"|
It was during this Step 2, about half an hour before arriving at Pisa railway station, that I realised something was wrong...
Where was my passport? I couldn't find my passport.
I checked every place it might be. Pockets, hand luggage, hold luggage, manbag... everywhere. Nothing!
I knew I had packed it somewhere in my luggage this morning, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Su searched everything. I searched everything. Su searched everything again. I searched everything again. Nothing!
Maybe I dropped it in the taxi? or, did I leave it in the apartment at the last moment?
Nothing for it, we had to return to Florence and find it. I knew there was another flight the next day - we would be a day late, but at least, we would be able to continue with 90% of our plans intact.
|Take the last train to Florence|
Merde! I had completely forgotten that I'd decided to try one of those 'Around-the-neck' travel wallet things... and yes, the passport was there. I quickly calculated the timings - yes, if we got off at the next stop, grabbed the next train back to Pisa... Ripper!!
WE COULD STILL MAKE THE FLIGHT!!!
So, using my smartphone (ownership of which I suspect I no longer qualify), I quickly determined that there were a couple of seats remaining on the next day's Easyjet flight, and booked them.
The next day, Sunday, felt a bit like Groundhog day.
Got up, got the taxi, caught the train, caught the bus, caught the flight, caught the Gatwick Express, caught the tube to South Ealing. No problems really.....
So, a very truncated visit to Carol and Andrew, but never mind, we would see them on Wednesday night.
|Kings cross Station|
So we train-ed it the next morning, to Cleethorps.
|Watch the birdie...|
Then, we got news of a 48 hour tube strike in London. 3 million commuters were going to be fighting for buses and taxis, just as we were to arrive back in London, Wednesday evening.
|The calciner Stack. All that's left of |
the Tioxide Grimsy factory.
Luckily, the regional trains were unaffected and we returned to London uneventfully. What chaos in the centre of a city of 10 million people!
The Picadilly line was completely cancelled - getting to South Ealing was going to be a nightmare. Even if we could get there, how confident were we, that we could successfully get back into the city centre the next morning, along with the other 3 million disgruntled commuters?
We had two time-interdependent, critical path events to meet - the Gatwick Express train and the Easyjet flight.
I wasn't at all confident. So, not wanting a miss the return flight as well, we decided to stay in London and found a B&B 5 minutes walk from the station that Wednesday night.
|You're forced to aint ya!|
Never mind, we'll see Andrew and Carol in Florence on the 16th of February when they come to visit us.
Lucky, Italy let us back into the country.
Ahhhh. The joys of international travel.