After a hot and wonderful weekend in Vienna it was time to get back to Gothenburg. I checked in on my phone early in the morning, downloaded my boarding-passes and went on with the day. Got ice cream, almost won at minigolf and had tasty nachos before heading out to the airport.
Upon arriving to the airport we noticed that my flight was an hour delayed, of course. Since my battery was around 30% I thought it was best to print out the boarding-passes in case the phone died, because I forgot to pack charger. To my surprise, Airberlin no longer had machines for that, so I had to go to the regular check in line for this. It was moving slowly but after 15 minutes it was finally my turn. And here is were the chaos starts.
After minutes of buttonpushing, phonecalling and tripple-checking my passport I got sent of to the ticket custom service place. Went there and got informed that I had been rebooked for a flight with another airline. I'm handed a printout of my flights and sent to print my boarding-passes with this airline. So we head off to the other side of the airport, a bit stressed since it is now getting close to departure time. We had arrived to the airport one hour before departure, since all we had to do was hugging goodbye and get me through security. Now we had 30 minutes for said tasks and no boarding-pass.
When arriving to the new section of the airport we quickly found the machines and tried printing out the boarding-passes. Big no from the machine because check in was obviously closed for that flight. The lines were huge to the check in counters so we're trying to explain my situation to two different workers until getting send of to a third lady that could help me. She did her best trying to catch the gate, but couldn't help me as they had already started boarding.
All I could do was to get to the next ticket customer service place and be rebooked. Again. Lucky for me there was one more option available that day, leaving in 1,5 hour. So after a quick meal me and Rhys sadly said goodbye and I headed to my gate
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And guess what. My flight is delayed an hour. Which meant there was a very big chance of me missing my connecting. Oh well, I got on (eventually) and as we were approaching our destination I asked the flight attendants about connecting flight, but they had no information at all. We landed the same time that my connecting flight were to take of. I got of and hurried to a message board and found that my next flight had not taken off, but was an hour late. Thank goodness for that.
I join a group of tired travelers as we're waiting for a pilot. I check the shuttlebuses in Gothenburg and realize that there is no chance of my making it to the last bus. My only option is to take a cab. I'm terrified of going alone in a cab and I will avoid cabs as much as I possible can. I can count on one hand the occasions I've been in a cab. Once with my family on the way from airport home, from the city after seeing the Return of the King with my brother, after I fainted at the blood donation place with boyfriend at that time, between restaurants when we celebrated my dads 50th birthday with family, once in Thailand with parents. Lucky for me I found a girl to share the cab with and got home around 1.30 AM.
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