I love to travel. Especially because I always try to make it as much comfortable and fun as it can be. Home is everywhere, the world is my battle.. uh.. playground
Unlike some people who rather stay at home, I love airports and hotels. When I travel I don’t really mind to wait, because there is so much to see. During travels I amuse myself by checking out food, shops and people, working on my laptop, catching up on the local language – all in the same time, women can do that
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Over the years I have been travelling, I learned how to avoid common travel troubles. I travel as light as possible, packing only the necessary stuff. If I really miss something, I will buy it in the place of destiny. I avoid security checks by clever packing and not wearing any metals, easy glide in boots and by avoiding standing in line behind people who I suspect they will cause a delay. Like the Martha Steward look-a-like who definitely wants to bring her bottle of home made cherry wine, or the wanna-be gangsta rappa with cap, boots and tons of jewelry (his gun turned out to be plastic). Or the heavily pierced version of Count Dracula, not wearing a good old simple cape but iron plated boots and trousers full of chains. Vampire fashion has changed a lot.
My favourite travel pants are leggings. No trousers are so light and take so little place. And as Martha would add to this, they are wrinkle proof! As I would add, many of you guys love these leggings, I didn’t know there were so many legging fetishists
And to walk, hop, frolic and run through the airport very fashionably I wear my favourite pair of high heeled boots, with their rubber profiled soles and heels I can climb snowy mountains or run an entire marathon!
I also learned to better choose great hotels at the best locations, so I soak in well deserved luxury after showing some locals what real girlpower means
So, I would think, nothing can’t go awry on my trip. I thought wrong. I always try to find a return flight that departs and leaves at a decent hour so I compare different airlines to find the best combination. Unfortunately the flights directly to Vienna Airport all arrived too late for me so the only option was to fly via Bratislava. In a way too early morning we arrived, despite of the many energy drinks I consumed on my gruelling drive to the airport, I fell asleep just before landing. I arrived at a desolated airport, being welcomed by a snowy ice cold wind that hit me right in the face. Very promising. I dragged my suitcase through the layer of foot-thick snow, looking for some transportation to Vienna. No information at arrival, no ground staff or what so ever, the place was deserted! I guess everyone had stayed in bed this morning and I could not even blame them. Finally, an hour later, I managed to get myself to Vienna.
I had a great time there, very kind people, great sessions, it was awesome. Even though the weather was not much better in Vienna, the overall atmosphere was really “gemutlich” – there is no good translation for that, but it means something like cosy. So when it was time to leave, it was with reluctance I took off in the early morning. I was not very optimistic about getting to the airport, I had checked the internet the night before, just after arriving and until the day of departure they closed the airport due to heavy weather. So I was afraid they did not reopen it yet, although there had been air traffic again. Online I found several lines back to the airport, so I took a cab to the departure of the shuttle and the driver reassured me the airport was open, so I was very happy and I generously tipped him and he took off. It was a short blast. I saw many people, many busses, but what did I see on the timetable! The coach was leaving much later then the hour on the printed schedule that the hotel concierge had given me. This could not be true, I am so used to rely on information and especially timetables for transportations are always correct, right? I asked the lady at the ticket counter, who’s mind was obviously still on 04:00 “no bus soon”, she snapped at me. I still don’t know why, but it did not matter at the time. I needed to catch that plane! So like a true damsel in distress, I asked a taxidriver – one of the kind I would usually never get in the car with – how much. I was not born yesterday, I know the average prices from and to the airport. He mentioned an amount 3 times as much. Bloody pimp. He must have smelled my hunger for transportation. Of course, it made no sense to ask his collegues, who were checking me out from behind their wheels, hoping to make an easy buck and who knows what more there were hoping for. Well, if they had only asked, I would have loved to wrestle them, the winner gets a free ride to the airport 
No sweat, I’ll take the train and boldly I head for the railway station. Nothing can stop me before all options have been pursued. I take the U-bahn that is supposed to bring me there. I get out, expecting a railway station but instead I am standing in a urban jungle, no directions indicated, what so ever. Now I am convinced I am still sleeping and that I will wake up soon in my nice and comfy hotelroom. So I might as well sleepwalk a little ahead and hope that in my dream I will come across a trainstation. Indeed I do! But what the beep happened here! What once used to be a station is one big construction site. The mopish weather made it a big labyrinth of mud (ironically the idea comes to my mind that this would be a great place for a wrestling shoot), here and there some rickety pieces of wood to walk over, in between the fences. It is complety unclear if there is even still a train passing. This makes no sense. I see I still have 45 minutes left to get to Bratislava, if I could just find a taxi it could still work. I see some taxis driving in the distance, but because of the mess it is impossible to quickly stop one. Now I am getting close to the point where aggrevation turns into primal rage. But my mind is civilized, it is only my body that is savage 
So I cross the street, enter a fancy hotel where I was welcomed by an extremely helpfull and kind staff that instantly brought me coffee (I guess I looked like I urgently needed it), I sank down in the snug sofa, plugged in my laptop and booked the first available flight from Vienna to Brussels. I was so fed up with this adventure that I went straigth to Schwechat, which is much nicer then the ghostly airport in Bratislava and so I amused myself the rest of the day, the way I described at the start of this sad but true story