We’re home and our trip has drawn to a close. It was such a great time.
Our last couple days in Rome were pretty fun. We checked out the old Roman stuff which took most of the day, and the next day we rode a bus and saw the Trevi Fountain (you know, 3 coins in a fountain) and the Pantheon (supposedly the best maintained ancient roman structure).
On the Monday of our flights we decided to take the bus/metro to the train station and catch the train to the airport from there. If we had only known there would be a fake terrorist attack drill. (See this article)
The first bus ride was fine. We got on the metro no problem. Rode a few stops and then we were told to get off and leave the station. We were about halfway to the train station. No one would tell us what was going on. Up on the street it was pouring rain and there were hundreds of people trying to catch buses. I guess we needed to catch a bus past where the problem with the train was and continue on.
We walk a block or so and asking a bunch of people ended up on an empty bus who’s driver said he was going to a metro stop that would allow us to get to the train station (Roma “Termini”). The bus soon filled to the brim with people trying to get to where they were going and also out of the rain.
Traffic was slow on this second bus of ours. We had calculated the worst-case time for us to arrive at the airport, but hadn’t factored in the possibility of the metro shutting down. Oh well, as long as we make our flight.
The bus came to a round about which was packed with cars… there were uniforms everywhere, taping off roads. The bus turned a bit to the left and everyone on the bus started yelling in Italian. The bus driver yelling back, we have no idea what he’s saying. He turns the corner further and the bus empties… everyone leave except us and a couple other people. The driver says that this bus is going to the train station, and he says that its not going. Huh? We end up getting off, in the rain, and asking some uniforms which way to the Termini. They say no, we say yes, termini, they point, we walk.
Eventually after walking quite a while (all with our giant packs on) and asking everyone we see which way to Termini, we get there. The airport platforms are quite a walk inside the termini. We make it the the train at pretty much the time it’s meant to depart. The lady says, that our eurail passes won’t work with this train since there are no 2nd class seats left. !? We end up paying 11€ each! Cram on to this already full train. There is no place to sit, no even a place to stand, smashed up against people on the isle, we are on our way to the airport…. some first class that was.
Anyway, we made it to the airport, 3 hours after leaving the campground, and 24€ later. Too bad we decided not to take the 9€/person shuttle directly from our campground to the airport. Who knew we could have saved 6€, and avoided taking 2 buses, a metro, walked part way across downtown Rome, being confused for a long time, and being crammed on a “1st class” express train to the airport…. who knew indeed.
Sarah and I joked that we needed one last adventure before taking off. Yep, I’d call that an adventure.
We arrive in a cool Copenhagen which was quiet, clean and pretty. Our two days spent there were relaxing and expensive. Everything there is the equivalent of double what we pay in Canada… as in, a cheeseburger meal at McD’s is $15 CDN… not that we ate there, heh.
It feels good to be home, in a place that’s familiar… and most of all, it’s great to have our own giant bed back.
We couldn’t sleep much the night we got back so we drove to Kamloops that morning and then spent Thanksgiving weekend with my family. What a great way to finish off an amazing trip.
Thanks for reading about it, and checking out all of our pictures (they are all uploaded by the way).