After going back to Vienna (looking back it might have been a mistake, but I decided to roll with my gut and I really felt like going back at the time), I had the impossible mission of getting out of Vienna in a cheap way and get my ass to Poland. You know, I mean impossible because it's Vienna we're talking about, and this city loves expensive, it's Vienna's favorite word!
I have this thing people might call a problem: when someone tells me I can't do something I take that as I challenge! So getting to the train station in Vienna, I was told the direct trains to Poland would cost me over 70€ and I couldn't afford to spend all that money in just one train. The guy was already annoying me after he told me that Wroclaw in Poland didn't exist because he couldn't find it, or maybe it was "one of those places so hidden nobody knows about" - I'm sorry, WHAT? Idiot...
Then, the guy decided to tell me the worst thing he possibly could "Miss, this is the cheapest way. You won't find cheaper than this!"
Well, Sir, challenge accepted! I looked at him with an angry face and told him as I turned my back and left "Oh, I can find cheaper!"
Then, the guy decided to tell me the worst thing he possibly could "Miss, this is the cheapest way. You won't find cheaper than this!"
Well, Sir, challenge accepted! I looked at him with an angry face and told him as I turned my back and left "Oh, I can find cheaper!"
I knew that no matter how expensive Vienna is, 70€ couldn't be the cheapest way. So I did what a person who travels for a long period of time does: I sat in front of the computer for hours, searching and searching. And you know what? I got it! I felt like going back to the train station just to throw that at the guy's face!
I remembered a Portuguese girl I had met in Bratislava was studying there, so I sent her a message asking to stay with her, she said yes, and that was it!
I remembered a Portuguese girl I had met in Bratislava was studying there, so I sent her a message asking to stay with her, she said yes, and that was it!
The next morning I got my ass back to Bratislava, Slovakia, on the Eurolines bus that cost me only 7,90€ in order to get the Polski Bus to Warsaw, an eleven hours journey that cost 30€. So, tell me again who couldn't get cheaper? Yeah, that's what I thought!
Well, I almost got in a very big mess for two simple mistakes: assuming the bus from Vienna would leave me at the main bus station of Bratislava, and not printing my ticket. Lucky for me I was an hour early so that was enough to get a thirty minutes bus (lost the first bus because I didn't know I had to buy the ticket on the machines and the driver closed the door on my face and left!) and arrive just on time for my bus to Warsaw.
By the time I found the bus, which was ready to departure, I had no printed ticket, so hopping on the bus the driver said I couldn't go on the bus and was very rude to me (and that was the only bus of the day). I started freaking out, explaining I had payed and I yelled at the man saying something like: "I payed... I'm getting on this bus!!!"
Eventually, annoyed with me yelling and refusing to get off the bus, they made a call and confirmed I had the reservation and let me in.
I'm not a person to yell or get that mad what so ever, but during my trip I notice I had to turn into this all new person that would do whatever it took to get me where I needed without dying. So yes, I yelled, a lot, when I had to, and I guess it worked!
Well, I almost got in a very big mess for two simple mistakes: assuming the bus from Vienna would leave me at the main bus station of Bratislava, and not printing my ticket. Lucky for me I was an hour early so that was enough to get a thirty minutes bus (lost the first bus because I didn't know I had to buy the ticket on the machines and the driver closed the door on my face and left!) and arrive just on time for my bus to Warsaw.
By the time I found the bus, which was ready to departure, I had no printed ticket, so hopping on the bus the driver said I couldn't go on the bus and was very rude to me (and that was the only bus of the day). I started freaking out, explaining I had payed and I yelled at the man saying something like: "I payed... I'm getting on this bus!!!"
Eventually, annoyed with me yelling and refusing to get off the bus, they made a call and confirmed I had the reservation and let me in.
I'm not a person to yell or get that mad what so ever, but during my trip I notice I had to turn into this all new person that would do whatever it took to get me where I needed without dying. So yes, I yelled, a lot, when I had to, and I guess it worked!
I was so happy to be on that bus I even ignored the fact I was stuck on the worst seat between two guys, one so tall that had to put his legs on my place, and another a very chubby guy, so yup, eleven hours like that without being able to move was great. To top it all my computer decided to die for the journey and my phone stopped working too. And I forgot I would be getting to Poland and I couldn't pay with euros, so I spent the entire day without eating, which was the worse part really. You know when you're day happens to suck from the moment you wake up? Well I didn't know this when I woke up, but I would have a day full of obstacles and crazy stuff happening it made me feel like I was on an impossible mission to stay alive.
As I tried to find a position, a very weird one, to sleep, I looked outside, only to realize it was snowing heavily. We were in the middle of a snow storm. Oh this terrible day just got so, so worth it! Me being a freak about snow, just started laughing and giggling like a total child. If I'm ever having a really bad day, just give me snow and I'll be happy!
I even ended up meeting two Portuguese guys on the bus, whom by coincidence were going to Warsaw to meet one guy I had met in Bratislava. Love how small this world can be!
So I made it to Warsaw, saving up to thirty euros just by following my gut not to buy that expensive train ticket. And my first impression of Poland? COLD! Oh my God, cold, cold, cold! I stepped out of the bus and believe I would freeze in that country.
So I made it to Warsaw, saving up to thirty euros just by following my gut not to buy that expensive train ticket. And my first impression of Poland? COLD! Oh my God, cold, cold, cold! I stepped out of the bus and believe I would freeze in that country.