An interlude...

After the trip in Lyon, I planed to take a plane to Budapest in east Europe.
Ya~ Everything is well planed!
Quasch! Everything is out of my control!


The story should start from the day I met Jan.
I can only choose two trains that day from Lyon to Geneve airport.
They were on 09.30 and 15.05.
Both of them will take me 2 hrs to arrive the airport. (My plane was on 18.30)
Of course I can't take the first one because I wanted to meet my old friends.

Hey~ no surprisingly!
The damn French train had a joke on me that day.
When Jan and Claire took me to the trainstation, they told me my platform is not in the train station but outside.
As a matter of fact, I have to take a bus instead of the train to Geneve.
And the bus will take me 2.5 hours to the Geneve train station but airport.
I had to transmit to airport again.
In that moment, I still don't want to put me into the negative emotion.
I tried my best to be an optimistics person :D

See~ I even took a beautiful picture as I was on the bus.
However, the attitude of the old lady(guide?) who sat next to the bus driver drove me crazy.
Both of them spoke really loudly and flirted with each other ALL THE TIME.
Athough I am not sure is it flirt or something else, the French always heard like this way...
When we finally arrived Geneve, we came across a big traffic jam....
In that moment, my heart just sank to the hell... I started to imagine how should I do if I missed my plane.
Guess what, the sweet couple can't recoginize the road of Geneve and took us turn a big circle....
Some of the passangers tried to help the bus driver to find the correct way.
I called Ching and some friends in Tuebingen to help me check the timetable of the train from Geneve to the airport... (Thanks Ching, she sent me a SMS just on time~)


There was a train on 17.54, and we were around 500 meters to the train station.
That moment was 17.49!
I shouted to the old lady to let me out of the bus because I don't want to miss the last chance of my plane.
She started to use French trying to flirt me, no, to stop me!
There was a Vietnam student who can speak English and French help me to explain to her.
I finally got off the bus on 17.51.....


I ran...
Just ran as there was a lion after me....
I got in the train just on time... but I can't stand out and subside on the floor of the train...
I don't have time to take a rest.
The train arrived airport 5 minutes later.
I used my last willpower to support myself to the accounter.

That moment was 18.00.
They said to me and another girl who got off the same bus from Lyon to Geneve 10 minutes before, "I'm so sorry, they start to board, you cannot check in right now, it is too late!"
The girl next to me started to tear out...
I tried to say something funny to her, but she just ignored...
However, I should try to figure it out what should I do....

Olga who is another exchange student of NCHU waited for me in Budapest that night.
She always said it is her first trip without in the tour group.
It let me feel I have a responsibility to meet her there to accomplish my east Europe trip although I wanted to go back to Tuebingen to cry in my room. XD


I can't remember I tried to ask the flights price from all of the front desks of flights companies or surfed on the internet to find some information first.
After 1 hour seaching, I found out I can't afford the expensive flight or train tickets, which means I can only take a bus or on foot.
There were no bus from Geneve to Budapest but Krakow which was my second destination of east Europe.
I decided to take 24 hour to there... The bus will be on 15.00 in another day.

Thanks Claudy... He can let me live in his living room for one night....

I felt so touched about that...........

There was one thing stupid happened before I went to his house.

Because he had something to do and he will arrive his home on 21.00.

I have to stay outside by myself in that period.

Well~ When I stayed in Lyon, Jovian and Jan told me something bad about some Arabisch immigration.

It left a little bit shadow in my mind.

I chose to eat a big mac meal near his home.

When he go home, I can go to meet him immediately.

Around 21.00, I got his SMS which said he was at home and I can go there right now.

I carried my big backpack and left the restaurant.

!! Two of Arabisch just stood in front of the door.

As I went out, I just thought maybe I should stayed inside for more minutes or something.

But I still walked out and on my way to Claudy's place.

They followed me.

Damn!

I wanted to stop because I will turn into a small street.

I just stop and didn't move, suddenly, two of them hit on my both of sides... (a really strong hit)

I thought, ok, how bad can the situation be.....

Surprisingly, they just said "Pardon... XXXXX --> in French, I didn't understand~"

I thought I mislead their meanings... They may just want to walk to the same direction at the same moment as mine in coincident....

Thanks to Claudy's patient...

I started to talk with him everything I just happened for one hour without break.. (I become really really talktive as I released...)

And the upper picture is his beautiful living room.

I had a really good sleep in his house~

I got on the bus in the other day...

Oh.. The trip is really LONG....

The bus stopped quite often to take more passangers.

And most of them were Polisch who wanted to save some money to go back to their home.

The fact was that only me was not Polisch.

It is quite strange when I stayed in this kind of environment....

I came across a lady who can speak a little bit German.

But after 10 minutes, she told me that German always like to go to Asia to have sex only.

Such a ass hole I think...

Ok~ I had no friend.

The bus driver played some movies on the bus.

I always knew that people in the west world don't lile the subtitle at all.

But you know how will Polish do in this situation?

They just asked a man to translate every sentances after the original one.

And no matter women or men spoke, it will always be the same man to translate.

It is so weird.

But I found all of Polisch, they all enjoyed in this process.

We arrived a stop to take a one hour break in the morning after 16 hours trip.

They just ordered something to eat in a language I don't know and I even don't know where am I. XD

I asked the sales in Englsih, can I pay in Euro?

And I used one Euro to buy a hot tea...

I found out I am in Poland cause I saw the flag~

The upper picuture is the stop~

Acturally, I am really worried about will I be "done" in that period~

Ha!

We transmitted in the southwest city of Poland. (My destination is Krakow)

I went to take a look of the really big bus station~

Well~ something happening AGAIN~

I came across 3 soldiers.

They asked me to show them my passport!

They were not so polite and treated me as I was illegal to visit their country or something~

I just wondered, hey man~ if someone wanted to stow away to Poland, that will definetely not Asian....

One of them called someone to ask many stuffs, I totally can't understand what's happening....

They just surrrounded me for 15 minutes.

I just almost missed the transmitting bus~

And I still don't know why they wrote something in a small hand book before they returned my passport~

At least, I was safe to arrive Krakow after 26 hours bus trip.