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.