(I went on a trip to Intra, Lake Maggiore in Italy with my friends. I wrote an ‘diary’ entry every day, and no one has read them, so why not put them on my blog!)
Day 1
So after seeing Mike and Rhiannon writing a diary I have decided to jump on the writing bandwagon, but since I’m “techno Joe”, I’m going to type mine.
A little info about this trip, on the trip is Amy, Trevor, Rhiannon, Tim, Nick, Eric and Mike. The rest of the year has gone to Malia, and the inbetweener crowd has gone to Italy.
There has been months of build up, we booked the tickets back in January, and the thought of this trip has helped us from going insane during exams. This trip is the light at the end of the exam tunnel.
Going away didn’t really settle in until we got on the train to Gatwick Airport, we dominated the train carriage with our bulky bags and our loud conversations, which included singing the Family Guy theme tune. As usual there was banter, senseless but brilliant. This is why I love these guys, I feel comfortable around them and I’m not scared of judgement, and I always find myself laughing.
Anyhoo I need to get back on track, I am not Holden Caufield! Train to Gatwick, checked in baggage and then shuffled through security. We all hung around the South Terminal, trips to Boots for meal deals with spoonless yogurts. Then I resisted WH Smiths books, I had far too many books in one of my hand luggage bags. Picked up Wired magazine for the lasted internet nerdy stuff. It is strange with technology magazines, they have to report on the future developments rather than the present day because technology updates are only relevant for a few hours, not a month.
I’m hanging out in the dorm, so you’ve guessed that we’ve arrived, and I feel like I’m zip zopping all over the place. Reader I am very sorry if you feel like there is no structure, life doesn’t follow a straight series of events, well for me anyway. Lots of things and thoughts occur at the same time. I have a complicated thought process, sorry reader. Back to a wobbly structured story.
It was getting pretty close to our departure time and our gate still wasn’t annouced, and I began to get slightly frantic. Lots of reason why it was late flocked through my brain. Where’s the plane? Is it missing a pilot? Did it take a wrong turn on the runway and end up at the North Terminal? Was the plane a Deceptacon and turned into a giant robot and was terrorising central London? After waiting for felt like a googolplex years, our boarding gate was announced, gate 2. Once that small number appeared on the screen we all went into “hey-ho lets go” mode.
Got on the plane, blah blah blah, landed in Milan Malpensa.
Oh no no no. Is it ever that simple. We missed our flight slot, and the next one was in an hour. After the compulsory groaning and tutting, we just accepted it. The pilot also said that anyone could go see the cockpit. Amy, Rhiannon and I rushed down the narrow aisle towards the front. After asking lots of questions, including why are we going to be so late, we got to sit in the pilot’s chair. I made sure I didn’t touch any buttons so we didn’t crash into the Alps like in MI:II.
We eventually took off, Amy and I had three seats to ourselves, we watched a couple of episode of 30 Rock. We were the only people on the plane who stood up on the plane, it was like a game of musical chairs. Every five minutes there was a different person next to me. I also managed to get an obligatory nap in.
We landed late so we missed out minibus/coach thing. Whilst waiting for our bags was an intense moment, I was incredibly relieved when Dotty turned up. A smile erupted when that 17.6kg of pure dottyness came along on the conveyer belt. We eventually got outside into the pure heat, not just heat but pure hear. It was slightly unbearable, and that was at 5pm, goodness knows what tomorrow day is going to be like.
We jumped on a bus that took us away from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1, lots of falling around with Australia OAP’s, and Trevor opening wet wipes in a retarded way. We went and colonised a seating area, this is where we spent the most of our time. There was the book crew, Rhiannon reading Looking for Alaska, Tim reading some chunky book, Eric reading a book about Necrophelia or something like that, and I was reading my unpublished copy of Scarlett Fever!
I made a trip to the bathroom, I saw a sign with a man and woman and assumed it was a bathroom, not a weird mating room. I followed the sign, past the multiple restaurants and dodgy looking shoe shops. Past the hoards of familes who were fixed on the arrivals board. Then past nothingness until I reached a small corridor, did my business then walked back past the nothingness, past the hoards of families fixed on the arrivals board, past the multiple restaurants and dodgy looking shoe shops until I arrived back to our colonised area. Opposite this colonised area was a fudging toilet. At least I got some exercise, and went past multiple restaurants, you know the rest.
It reached 7pm, and half of us grabbed some dinner, and the others were being suitcase guarders. I grabbed a couple slices of pizza, whilst Nick, Mike and Trevor got some microwaved meals, Nick’s ‘meal’ loops like microwaved gloop with added mushrooms. I tried not to look at it, I didn’t like being 50cm away from it, poor Nick had to eat the thing.
Bloomin heck I’m a good rambler about non-sensical stuff. We managed to get a coach at 9:30pm, apart from an Italian dude on the coach, we were the only ones on the coach. It was an exciting trip, lots of awesome lightning lighting up the lake. We got a few glimpses of the Lake and some trees. I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow with a view of the lake.
I’ll right more shizzle about the hostel tomorrow because it is getting late and I’m starting to get bored and tired. More tired than bored, but bleh. I give up. Good night at 1:41am
