The horrific journey, conclusion. Part 3
The man working the petrol station could speak a little English. We informed him of our problem, that it was essential that we get to the airport before 0600! He finally phoned a taxi after 15 minutes of searching for the number. At 0305 a white, Mercedes-Benz taxi pulled up.
The petrol man tried explaining the situation to our driver. Maybe met the bus at one of the later stops, Worms?
The drivers said something about 100 or 120 Euros to the airport. This was quite a bit of money, as you can imagine.. but it was quite a distance to the airport. We made a count of all our money, I had a 50 note and Tara and 25 plus some coins. We weren't about to tell the taxi driver we didn't have the money. We figured we'd try an ATM at the airport later.
He pulled onto the highway and zoomed through a construction zone while trying to type on his little computer.
He kept pointing to his eye, "I look for bus.. I look" We served to miss some cones and a semi! What on earth was going on?!? After about 30 minutes we pulled next to a long white bus. The driver seemed very excited.. "Look, I see!!" It was the Hahn express!! He had caught up with our bus to the airport.
He signaled to the driver- who then pulled off onto a ramp. Our driver missed the same turnoff and exclaimed, "Scheiße!". Then backed up the exit of the ramp and got out to talk to the driver. After our bags were loaded the driver wrote on a sheet our price. 100 Euro! Wait one minute!! we thought this was just to the airport, we were only halfway there!! There certainly wasn't an ATM at the side of the road either! The bus driver understood our problem and pushed the remaining 30 Euro into the taxi drivers hand.
Feeling very relieved, we climbed aboard the bus, tripping over legs and luggage in the isle. We found our seats with a sigh of relief!
We arrived to the airport at 05:50 with the sun barely over the horizon. Tara ran to the airport to get cash and I stood outside the bus with our luggage so the driver would be sure to get his money. It was bitterly cold!
Just as all feeling left my fingers and toes Tara came back into view. VICTORY WAS OURS!! We profusely thanked the driver "Danke schön!" and paid him his 58 Euros.
From there we successfully made it to Stansted where Tara and I parted ways.
The petrol man tried explaining the situation to our driver. Maybe met the bus at one of the later stops, Worms?
The drivers said something about 100 or 120 Euros to the airport. This was quite a bit of money, as you can imagine.. but it was quite a distance to the airport. We made a count of all our money, I had a 50 note and Tara and 25 plus some coins. We weren't about to tell the taxi driver we didn't have the money. We figured we'd try an ATM at the airport later.
He pulled onto the highway and zoomed through a construction zone while trying to type on his little computer.
He kept pointing to his eye, "I look for bus.. I look" We served to miss some cones and a semi! What on earth was going on?!? After about 30 minutes we pulled next to a long white bus. The driver seemed very excited.. "Look, I see!!" It was the Hahn express!! He had caught up with our bus to the airport.
He signaled to the driver- who then pulled off onto a ramp. Our driver missed the same turnoff and exclaimed, "Scheiße!". Then backed up the exit of the ramp and got out to talk to the driver. After our bags were loaded the driver wrote on a sheet our price. 100 Euro! Wait one minute!! we thought this was just to the airport, we were only halfway there!! There certainly wasn't an ATM at the side of the road either! The bus driver understood our problem and pushed the remaining 30 Euro into the taxi drivers hand.
Feeling very relieved, we climbed aboard the bus, tripping over legs and luggage in the isle. We found our seats with a sigh of relief!
We arrived to the airport at 05:50 with the sun barely over the horizon. Tara ran to the airport to get cash and I stood outside the bus with our luggage so the driver would be sure to get his money. It was bitterly cold!
Just as all feeling left my fingers and toes Tara came back into view. VICTORY WAS OURS!! We profusely thanked the driver "Danke schön!" and paid him his 58 Euros.
From there we successfully made it to Stansted where Tara and I parted ways.
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