(NOTE: I am really sorry that this story turned out that long… but it could’ve been even worse! :P Happy reading!)
I was watching out the train window, focused on infinity © and I was still thinking about the excitement of the football game we were watching just an hour earlier at Mick O’Connell’s Irish pub in Utrecht. Even though I am not a football fan, I liked the experience so much that I was considering leaving the Dutch flag painted on my cheek until I get to Bulgaria at noon.
Wed, 13 Jun 2012, 23:59
Fortunately, the train arrived on Eindhoven Central Station right on time. I just had to go to the bus and spend a long and boring night on the airport – it wasn’t worth the risk of missing my flight in the morning. I was in a rush but I still couldn’t find a way to buy a ticket from the ticket machines on the station, neither from the desks which seemed to be closed. The ticket machine on the bus accepted coins only, so I asked the driver for help:
- Is there anywhere I can buy a tickets, because I have no coins.
- Unfortunately, I don’t have either. You have to go and change your money somewhere.
- I see… When does the next bus to the airport come?
- In the morning. The airport is closed during the night anyway.
The airport was what?!?! So… I was either spending the night wandering around the station, or drinking beer in a nearby pub. There was some guy from the station staff.
- Excuse me, is this station opened during the night?
- No, the Central Station is closed at 2:00.
- Oh, no. When does it open up again?
- It opens again at about 04:30. You can go to a hotel – it’s better than staying around the station at night.
- Do you know any hotels nearby?
- Yes, there’s one cheap hotel over there. I think it costs about 20-30 €.