drumul spre estonia... on the way to estonia...

19 octombrie 2005... hahahaaaaa stiu ca sunt nitel in urma cu mesajele, voi incerca sa recuperez :)

ora 23 stateam in piata unirii in microbuzul care ma ducea in budapesta. 3-4 studenti arabi de la facultatea de medicina urmau sa plece definitiv acasa - cel putin asta am inteles din tot ce s-a intamplat acolo. erau in jur de 30 de colegi de-ai lor (tot arabi) care boceau de parca venea sfarsitul pamantului, parca erau la gropaciune si se urcau in microbuz si coborau ca nu mai stiai care pleaca si care vine. am pornit din Cluj cu o intarziere de o juma de ora... eram rupta de oboseala asa ca pana la vama am dormit bustean. tin minte ca m-am trezit la metro si nu imi venea sa cred ca suntem in numai in floresti (adica la cativa km de cluj) - eram de fapt in oradea. la vama totul a fost ok, am trecut fara nici o problema. somn pana in budapesta... episodul 2. m-am trezit cand am ajuns in fata aeroportului. ciudat, au trecut 4 luni jumate de atunci si imi aduc aminte de acea zi... parca ar fi fost ieri :)

am calatorit cu easyjetu': budapesta-berlin, berlin-tallinn... distanta intre avioane la berlin de 4 ore!

in aeroportu' din budapesta ma apuca pe mine istetimile... adica sa imi cantaresc bagaju'... ca parca nu aveam altceva de lucru. nici nu aveam! si pana la urma bine am facut. 27 kg uuuuuuuups!!! puteam baga la cala 20 de kg, diferenta 6EURO/kg x 2 (adica si in Budapesta si in Berlin) ;) la ora 8 dimineata, in mijlocul aeroportului din Budapesta imi desfaceam bagaju scoteam din al' mare si bagam in rucsac... am ajuns la 22 de kg... 5 kg afara, adevarata performanta! rezultatu': bagaj mare mai mic si 2 bagaje de mana - riscant!

in aeroport am avut noroc cu un slujitor al Domnului, un nene tare simpatic care lucreaza la roma in cadrul bisericii... 6 ore am povestit cu el, si faceam schimb la paza bagajelor ca sa mai dam cate o tura la **u sa ne racorim :). tare de treaba!

tocmai cand incepeau sa ma lase emotiile bagajului se anunta check-inu'... here we go again! 22 kg al' mare si 2 bagaje de mana... ceva tre' sa se intample! ar fi prea frumos sa scap cu fata curata. stat si tremurat la coada... hahahahaaaa eram ca un student care nu vrea sa intre la examen si ii lasa pe aia din spate sa incerce... am ramas ultima :) am scapat de namila fara nici o problema, trecut tanti pe bilet 20kg. cand sa plec din fata ei ma intreaba: cate bagaje de mana aveti... am crezut ca imi inghit limba. mai bine o faceam! nu zic cum am aburit-o, ca mi-e rusine... da' am reusit sa scap! :)

in fata portii de plecare, se anunta ca, din cauza unor lucrari la pista, avionul va pleca cu intarziere de o ora jumate... am calculat rapid in minte: pierd avionul celalalt... era clar! incepeam sa ma gandesc cum fac rost de bani ca sa imi cumpar alt bilet, cand plec din berlin, unde stau... nu mai aveam nici o speranta... ce sa fac? sa ma intorc in cluj? da, ma mai puteam intoarce, credeam! pe cine sa sun? nu stiam pe nimeni acolo. cum iau legatura cu cei din estonia?... o gramada de ganduri de intrebari care imi treceau prin minte. cum e posibil? pai nu e! avionul asta are intarziere de o ora jumate, eu am timp 4 ore in berlin... nu se poate sa il pierd... recalculez si rad de mine! plec din budapesta. dorm pe avion pana la berlin!

ajuns in berlin... namila tot la cala... da' bagajele de mana tot namile erau... cel putin 10 kg fiecare. nu erau scari rulante... cand am vazut m-am albit! carat bagaje in sus pe scari, apoi in jos, la stanga, la dreapta, iar scari si in sus si in jos - de ce le-au mai pus?... mi-am asteptat bagajul (asa e cu easyjet - nu il muta ei) trecut cu bine de vama, intrat in Germania, mers direct la check-in. aici chiar nu am mai avut emotii fara sa schitez nici un gest - preluat cultura nemteasca - am dat iar namila - si dupa ce am primit biletu' am tulit-o ca speedy gonzales ca daca tanti din germania ma intreba ceva de bagaju' de mana nu mai scapam... cred ca ma bagau si pe mine la cala.

ajuns din nou la vama la verificare. dezbracat - aveam vreo 3 randuri de tzoale pe mine... ca sa usurez bagaju'! pus totul la raze X trec de scula care verifica metalele... ma trage o tanti de o parte si incepe sa ma scaneze cu un baston... cand ajunge jos la picioare incepe ala sa sune ca turbatu'! parca era alarma politiei. "descalta-te!" era din nou sa imi inghit limba... da' nu de teama ca am ceva acolo... nu ma descaltasem de aproape o zi, eram cu ghetele de iarna ma temeam sa nu ii cada la tanti nasu'. nu i-a cazut nici atunci cand m-a scanat in talpa. mi-a luat ghetele le-a bagat la raze X si apoi mi le-a adus fericita inapoi. oare ce se astepta sa gaseasca acolo? ma incalt. ma uit catre alta tanti care statea cu unul din bagajele mele in fata. imi face semn cu degetul. merg incolo. "ai uscator de par aici?" ma intreaba. "da" zic. "deschide!" in zapaceala aia nu mai stiam unde am pus cheita de la lacat. ce imi veni sa il inchid? deschid bagaju' si incepe tanti sa scoata, si sa cotrobaie prin el... eu intre timp ii uram sanatate si fericire cred ca am luat fiecare sarbatoare in parte... am inceput cu craciunul din 1854 si cred ca am ajuns pana la pastile din 2375 - simteam nevoia sa ii felicit si stramosii si urmasii... sa-i traiasca! :) dupa ce m-am chinuit o jumatate de ora sa bag inapoi tot ce a scos si a scanat tanti aveam senzatia ca am trecut pe la cea mai incinsa sauna! scapat si de asta! am gasit 2 batranei simpatici, i-am pus de garda la bagajele mele si am dat cateva ture prin duty-free-uri. nu am gasit nimic interesant. am plecat la avion, faza cea mai faina e ca m-am intalnit exact cu vamesu' care mi-a verificat pasaportul cand am intrat in aeroport... hahahahahaaa... sa-l fi vazut ce fata a facut. tare simpatic.

am ajuns in tallinn. mi-am luat namila, am trecut fara probleme de vama ies in aeroport: nimeni! trebuia sa ma astepte cineva din AIESEC. dau cateva ture: pustiu. eram mult prea obosita ca sa ma enervez sau sa ma stresez. am schimbat cativa euro - la cel mai prost curs posibil - era singura casa de schimb din aeroport. cumparat cartela de telefon si in momentul cand martin (vicepresedintele AIESEC tartu) a raspuns a dat navala in aeroport un tinerel blond si tare simpatic, care imi facea disperat semne ca a ajuns sa ma ridice. am plecat cu el la alt membru AIESEC acasa. am mancat si m-am bagat in pat. somn pana dimineata...

19th of October 2005... hahahaaaa I know that I am little behind with postings but I am trying to catch up :)

23:00 o'clock, i was sitting in Unirii Square in Cluj Napoca, in the bus which was supposed to take me to budapest airport. 3-4 arabian students from the medicine faculty took the same bus to go home - at least this is what i understood from everything that happened there. there were 30 of their coleagues - all arabians - who were crying like the end of the world was comming, and all of them came up in the bus and then got down, up again, and so on... you didn't know who was leaving or who was staying. we left cluj with half an hour late... i was very tired so i slept till the border. i remember i woke up near metro and i thought that we are still in cluj. how is this possible? we were actually in oradea. at the border everything was ok. i slept till budapest. when i woke up we were already in front of the airport. is strange, i remember everything like it was yesterday.

i traveled with easyjet: budapest-berlin, berlin-tallinn... i had to wait in berlin 4 hours for the next plane.

in budapest i start to be smart... i take my bag to the weighting machine... like i didn't have anything better to do. i didn't! and in the end it was a very good idea. 27kg uuuuuuuuuuups!!! the maximum weight allowed was 20kg, the difference 6 EURO/kg x 2 (in Budapest and Berlin) ;) at 8 am in the middle of budapest airport i opened my bag, taking out stuff from the big one and stuffing into my backpack... i managed to take out 5 kg. real performance! the result: the bigger bag was smaller and i had two hand luggages - riscky!

i had to spend 6 hours in the airport, but i met a really nice guy who was working in the church in rome.

when my nerves with the luggage started to calm they announced the check-in... here we go again! 22 kg the big one and 2 hand luggages. something must happen! would be to nice to escape clean. i sat and trembled in line... hahahahaaaa i was like a student who didn't want to go to the exam and who kept pushing the others inside... i was the last one :) i got rid of the giant without any problem, the lady wrote on my ticket 20 kg. i was about to leave when she asked me: how many hand luggages do you have? i thought i swallow my tongue. i better did. i will not tell you how i rolled her out, i'm ashamed but i managed to escape! :)

in front of the gate they announce that because of some repairs to the runway, the plane will leave with 1 hour and half delay... i calculated in my mind: i will lose the other plane from berlin... it was as clear as blue sky! i started to think how to get money to buy another ticket, when will i leave berlin, where can i stay... i didn't have any hope... what shall i do? go back to cluj? yes, i can still do that, i thought! whom can i call in berlin? i didn't know anyone there. how do i contact the ones in estonia?... so many questions and thoughts. how is this possible? well, is not! this plane is only one hour late and i have 4 hours in berlin... is impossible to lose the other plane. i calculate again and laugh at me! i left budapest. i slept all the way to berlin!

i arrived in berlin... the giant (the big luggage) was still in the plane... but the hand luggages were also giants... at least 10 kg each. there were no rolling stairs... when i noticed that, i sudenly turned white! i carried the luggages on the stairs for 15 minutes up and down. i waited for the giant, i passed the border, i was in germany. i went straight to the check-in. here i didn't have any power left to feel nervous about the luggages so i gave the big one and without saying anything i just turned around and ran for my life... if that lady have had said anything i think they would have put even me in the hold.

i got to the custom again. i undressed. i had 3 rounds of clothes on me. i had to take some out of the big bag to make it easier! i put everything to xray they did that metal checking... one women pulled me and she starts to scan me with a stick... when she reached my foot that think starts to beep like crazy! sounded like police alarm. "take off your shoes!" i was little scared about the smell because i haven't took them off for a long, long time... but she survived. she scanned them, she scanned my sole, what was she expecting to find? i put on my shoes and i looked to another lady who had one of my hand luggages in front of her. she made me a sign with a finger. i went there. "do you have your hair dryer inside?" she asked. "yes!" i said. "open it!" i started to be nervous, i forgot where i put the key. why did i lock it? i open it and she started to take everything out. piece by piece... minwhile i was wishing her, her ancestors and her successors all the best for every holiday, starting with 1854 christmas and ending with 2375 easter. :) i fought 30 minutes to put everything back in the bag! but at the end it was ok. i found in the airport two old people i asked them to look for my bags and i took a walk in all the shops there to relax. i didn't find nothing special there, so i went to the gate. there i met the same custom officer i met when i entered in germany... it was funny.

i got to tallinn. i took my giant, i passed the border, i got into the airport and noone was there to wait for me. some AIESEC people were supposed to be there. i was so tired i couldn't get upset or angry. i just changed some money and bought a phone card. i called one of AIESEC members and when he answered the phone a guy rushed into the airport. he was little late but i was happy he got there, eventually! he took me to another AIESEC member. i went to bed right away and slept till morning...