This weekend I was in Bologna. But I'm not here to tell you about the weekend, more like a journey.
That was spectacular.
to go to Bologna I took a frecciasminchiola. But it was not the day. The train was delayed and stopped shortly after Porta Susa. It seems that a man has thrown off a bridge, crashing into the train. They are tactless, I know.
But that's all. The train waited for the police and we were stopped for about three hours before leaving. We arrive at Milano Centrale where we announce that we will have to change trains, sin concerned that the train had just left and would come from Turin to Milan at 0:15 (I was supposed to be in Bologna at 20.20). General anger.
We send customer service that is closed and a poor scapegoat comes to us to explain the situation. But there is little to explain, we are there in the cold waiting for a train from there to arrive an hour and a half. Uh
looks good, we prepared a bag for dinner. I open and inside was a bottle of water and a pack of Loacker. How would a nerd, fail abbestia.
comes a homeless man who takes advantage of the confusion to take away bags 4-5. Maximum respect but who knows that he will not be disappointed.
Luckily the train arrives all'opportunissima at 23.45 and at the end of one hour of night arrival in Bologna.
But we want to talk back?
Come back I had an IC at 14:46. An hour late. We decide to take a ride in the center of Bologna, but miscalculated the time and miss the train, we also lose the next one and take the train of 16.40. Not bad.
more time.
Bella Bologna. The charm of the tiny town without the tourist hordes of invading other cities.
The history of the arcades is pretty funny here a brief explanation here.
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