I think I’ve told this before, but I’ll tell it again, it’s sort of the reverse of everyone’s transit experiences.
We were in Munich, first time, and our trip just happened to coincide with Oktoberfest, completely unplanned. On the spur of the moment, with one night left in town, we decided to go, along with a bunch of other people from the hotel.
We just followed the crowd and got on the the right U-bahn or whatever it was, and didn’t really pay attention, figuring we’d follow the crowds back out again.
Stayed longer than anticipated, and when we left and made our way out to the station again, we couldn’t quite figure it out, and there wasn’t anyone around to help. It wasn’t as simple as London’s Underground map.
We finally managed to get a bus that was going in the right direction, but then, right in the middle of this unknown residential neighborhood, with us as the last passengers, he stopped the bus and told us to get off - end of the line.
We got off, no clue where we were, dark, lost, had to catch a flight back to England in the morning…that’s probably where the anxiety I get around traveling stems from, now that I think about it.
Anyway, we saw a little convenience store up on the corner, still open, so we went in there and asked about calling a taxi. He indicated the phone on the wall and gave us a slip of paper with the number.
We called, waited about 10 minutes, up pulled the taxi, and we gave him the name of the hotel.
He looked back at us and repeated it, and we said yes, that’s the hotel, and he repeated it again, and we said yes, and she shrugged his shoulders and put the car in gear and sped off.
We kept thinking, “We must be on the other side of the city…maybe even in another city!…and he can’t believe he’s got to drive us that far…I hope we have enough money to pay him!”
We needn’t have worried, as he drove up to the corner, turned…and there was the hotel, less than a 10 minute walk from where we called him!