What started out as a fun and all-smiles day left us high and dry. We got not only stranded and deceived, but with alot of good pictures.
A night before, we agreed to go to Mantova on a spontaneous day trip. The weather forecast said it would rain but we were willing to take the chances.
Well, I wish it had rain because at least I would be only wet. I know you are curious to know what really happened.
Chill, it’s a really hilarious and heart touching story, grab your popcorn and enjoy. Of course, I didn’t die. I live to tell the story.
So we got to the train station in Milan just in time to grab breakfast for the road. We almost missed the train as it was difficult to find the “binario 23”, but we got there just at the nick of time.
We found two comfortable seats with a charging port, oh what luck! This is going to be a good day. Yes, I felt the universe was with us (I sought of believe in such stuff).
We get to Mantova and set on to take some really beautiful pictures. They turned out really good, but I would have probably gone for a more stylish outfit if I knew my friend was bringing her professional camera.
Spent 6 hours parading the streets, taking cool shots as you can see. We also agreed to have dinner in Mantova, “we gotta try the local dish girl! – I ended up eating seafood as always.”
Because we are millennials, we were concerned about the ratings of the restaurant we would settle for. We wouldn’t settle for anything less than a 4.0 star rating. After physically inspecting three restaurants, we realized we wouldn’t make it in time to catch the train by 20.50 and most restaurants won’t open till 19.30. We finally got one we considered good and settled to have a large dinner.
We stuffed every nook and cranny of our belly, chatted away into the night and made some more cool videos and pictures. Walked up to the cashier to pay and realized with a glance at the clock, we may not make it in time to catch the train.
Google maps says we would reach the train station in 12 minutes but we had only 10 minutes to spare. As you may have imagined, the only way to make it in time was to run!
So we did run, hallowing and groaning in agonizing belly cramps from overfilled bellies. We got to the station, my friend looked at the timetable and says, “oh the train leaves by 9.10, we still have 20 minutes!” We laughed really hard at how stupid we were running all the way to the train station. We then strolled to “binario 5”, where our train would supposedly depart from in 19 minutes.
I got the greatest shock of my life to see 20.50 on the timetable by the binario, just as the train easily pulled off the tracks and rolled away towards Milan. We just missed the train by about 10 seconds! Apparently my friend had mixed up the timetable!
We screamed and yelled some, then took a seat by the stairs to find the next course of action. Maybe an Airbnb or hotel? But didn’t even find anything decent nearby with good offers, and no home owner on airbnb would take us at such hour. So we thought, maybe we can go dancing right? We were planning to in the coming weeks anyway. So we started to Google for nearby night clubs.
The nearest was a strip club, we didn’t want to see some ‘tities’ flashing in our faces. So we decided to walk 2km to another. We set out, and the road that leads to this nightclub seemed like an “into the woods” kind of horror movie. Except for cars that passed randomly, not a single soul was on that road.
It was us against a thick dark foggy road in the middle of the woods with no idea of what laid ahead.
After going further down a bit, we decided we don’t want to get jumped or eaten by some wild animals, so we took the highway which we had abandoned earlier because we considered it not safe.
We walked some minutes on the highway then climbed over the railings, skited down the sloppy wet grass unto the walkway snake-lined along the woods. We walked some more and ran out of fear when we sighted a guy in hoodie riding his bicycle towards us.
Alas, he was just a guy trying to go home! We finally sight the sign “Chiringuito” by the road side with the help of the little light pouring from the nearby filling station, casting just enough light to see the signage. A short walkway lead to the night club, it was a low area so we could see all the “night club” was – tractors and cranes are littered all over the place with bushes that were about my knee length. It appeared to be a site for unwanted mechanical tools – a dump site!
“Chiringuito” doesn’t exist? How come Google says it does, I mean the website says they open by 11pm on Saturdays and Sundays! After minutes of thinking and hoping maybe it’s just around the corner or we missed it, we decided to make a trip back on foot, accepting our fate – the night club probably closed down decades ago.
We come back into town, found a bar – the only bar still opened and sat for a while to soothe our legs.
It felt good to be back in the midst of all the people and hear the music blast from the speakers, it felt like we just transitioned from a ghost town to a lively city.
It was time for the bar to close, so we had to walk down to the train station and wait for 2 hours to catch our train at 5am.
We meet a staff at the train station who was extremely nice, to a spooky point. He offered we could stay at the station till the train arrived. He then went on to offer us tea and hot chocolate. The offer was so tempting but I’ve seen quite alot of horror movies to know better. So I adamantly refused while my friend went for a cup tea.
So I whispered to her, “if anything happens at least one of us would be awake.”
To while away time, I write this waiting for the train to arrive, here in this spooky but warm space the staff offered us.
Oh, he just told us our train is here, I have to go!