Mis ma eile just kirjutasin? Et minu reisimist iseloomustab seiklus ja jumala eest mitte mingi rutiin eksju. Eile siis hakkasin vaatama, kuidas täna varahommikul Oslosse saada ja olin nii kahe vahel. Lennuk oli soodsam, aga väljus nii paganama vara. Emme juurest nii vara ronge ei käi ja see oleks tähendanud, et ta oleks pidanud mind kell kolm öösel viima Arlandasse ning sõitma edasi-tagasi kaks tundi. Tundus liiga egoistlik. Seda enam, et ta peab viis päeva saama hakkama aktiivse Idaga ja meid järgmisel reedel niikuinii kell kolm öösel Skavstasse viima.

Kaalusin nii kaua, et lennupilet muutus kallimaks kui rong. Ja rongi peale sain ma ise mindud. Emme veel hoiatas, et rongidega on alati mingi probleem,et kas ma olen kindel. “Muidugi,” vastasin mina. Ja pealegi hinnavahe oli 35 eurot rongi kasuks:D Igatahes ostsin ma rongipileti, ärkasin 4.40 ülesse ja liikusin Stockholmi. Kõik läks nii libedalt, et ma olin isegi üllatunud, et mis lahti. Isegi mu sõidukaardil oli veel raha ja ma ei pidanud kallimat piletit rongist ostma. Hüpates natuke ajast ette, siis saan ma nüüd väga hästi aru, miks emme ütles, et ta viib ise mind igaks juhuks Stockholmi. SJ rongid on kogu aeg katki ja nendega liiklemine on nagu õnnemäng, kunagi ei tea, kuna ja kas üldse sihtkohta jõuad.

Igatahes istutasin ma end Stockholmis rongile. Võtsin kohvi, seadsin end mugavalt sisse, tegin arvuti lahti, et kuus tundi töö ja blogimisega sisustada, mõtlesin, mida nad hommikusöögiks pakuvad (1. ja 2. klass olid eile ühe hinnaga ja 1.klassi pileti sees on ka hommikusöök) kui kuulsin teadaannet, et rong ei välju. “Palume teil kõigil rongist väljuda, sel rongil on tehnilised probleemid ja seetõttu tuleb leida asendusrong.” Läksime kõik rongist välja. Tuli esimene sõnum – reis on edasi lükatud, teadmata ajani.  Mõne aja pärast tuli teine teadaanne. Uus rong on leitud, aga pole inimest, kes vana rongi eest ära transpordiks. Nagu komöödiafilmis. Mis mõttes, et ole inimest, kes rongi liigutaks? Tuli uus teadaanne, et rong väljub arvatavasti kell kaheksa. Ma pidin Oslos teistega kokku saama kell pool kolm, et saaksime edasi oma kämpingusse liikuda, hakkas juba kitsaks minema ajagraafik. Pool tundi hiljem tuli teada, et inimene, kes rongi liigutaks, on leitud ja eeldatav väljumisaeg on kell üheksa. Kolmveerand üheksaks ei olnud olukord kuidagi seda nägu, et midagi liikuma hakkaks.  Ma andsin alla. Ostsin 35 euro eest Arlanda Express rongipileti ja otsustasin lennukiga minna. Ma lihtsalt ei saanud endale enam rohkem hilinemist lubada. (Üks meie grupist, kes Brasiiliast kohale tuleb, jäi kinni Frankfurti, lend hilines 3h sest keegi unustas mingid dokumendid allkirjastada. Huvitav, kas tema lend hilines seetõttu, et mina ka reisin?)

Üks lend oli väljumas praktiliselt kohe. Kalkuleerisin ja kaalusin ning tundsin, et teoreetiliselt peaksin ma sinna lennule kenasti jõudma – pool tundi jäi lennule jõudmiseks ja see tundus piisav aeg kui online check in teha internetis, aga teate, ma lihtsalt lõin araks. Kui oleks sellest maha jäänud, siis seda ei oleks keegi mul kompenseerinud. Mul lõppes just reisikindlustus ja tundus, et ahh, milleks, aasta aega ei läinud vaja. Murphy ma ütlen. Nüüd lähen kohe reisiklindlustust vormistama. Võtsin pileti hilisemale lennule ja nii ma siis istun siin Arlandas. Viiest tunnist kolm on veel jäänud. Aga noh…parem passida siin kui Oslo lennujaamas, sest ootama peaks ma igal juhul.

Emme tahtis mulle Norra kaasa anda ühe bag in box veini. Ma ei viitsinud tassida. Õige otsus, mõtlesin ma lennujaama sõites, sest käsipagasis ei tohiks see ju olla. Siis tuli mulle meelde, et pudeli veini ma ju ikka võtsin kaasa ja ka see ei lähe turvakontrollist läbi. Pagan noh. Tuleks minema visata, sest kell üheksa hommikul ei ole isegi mina võimeline pudelit veini jooma. Kiire kalkulatsioon ütles, et kaheksa euro eest, mis äraantav pagas maksis (erinevalt kaheksakümnest eurost nagu viimane kord kui ma oma kohvri Tallinnasse jätsin) , Norras veini ei saa ja ma otsustasin ekstrapagasi eest maksta. Polnud küll suur summa, aga pagan noh, ma olin nii palju vaeva näinud, et kõik oma asjad (ka Mareki ja emme standarite järgi) käsipagasiks pakkida. Jõudsin bag drop leti juurde ja seal oli kenasti kirjas, et lennud on täis ning oma käsipagasi võib tasuta ära anda. Aa okei, siis see üks kord kui mul seda vaja pole. Murphy. Juba teist korda ühe päeva jooksul.

Kui me kell 4.40 ärkasime, tegi emme kohvi ja käskis hommikust süüa. Ma küll mõtlesin, et kammoon, milleks, mul on ju rongis hommikusöök, aga sõin siiski viisakusest kaks võileiba. Hea on. Siit moraal: alati kuula emme sõna! Isegi kui oled 37-aastane. Ema teab paremini. Ka seda, millise transpordivahendiga ON mõttekas Rootsis liikuda ja kas tasub raha kokku hoida. Edaspidi tean. Kui on aja peale minek, siis SJ-ga ei arvesta.

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What did I just write yesterday? That my travels can be described as adventures and every moment is different. So yesterday I started to check how to get to Oslo today early in the morning and I just couldn’t decide between plane and train. Plane was cheaper, but departure way too early. There is no trains from my mum’s that early which would have meant that she would have had to drive me to the airport and do a two-hour round trip. That seemed too selfish. Especially because she has to take care of active Ida for five days and drive us to another airport at 3AM on next Friday anyway.

I was taking my time with deciding so the plane ticket got more expensive than train. And I would have been able to get to the train myself. Mum warned me though that there is always problems with the train service as such and am I 100% sure. “Of course” was my answer. Besides, the train ticket was 35 euros cheaper 😀 So I bought the train ticket, woke up 4:40AM and started my journey to Stockholm. Everything went so smoothly and I was actually very surprised over it. Even my transport card had some money left and I didn’t have to buy the more expensive ticket from the train. Jumping a bit ahead, I can totally understand now why mum suggested to take me to Stockholm, just in case. The trains constantly brake down and riding them is a game of luck. You never know if and/or when you will arrive to your destination.

Anyways, there I was, sitting in my train. Bought some coffee, sat comfortably in my seat, opened the laptop to spend the next six hours by working and blogging. I was just wondering what’s for breakfast (1 and 2 class tickets were with the same price and 1 class one comes with breakfast), when I heard the announcement that the train will not depart. “We would like to ask you all to leave the train, because this trains has technical problems and we have to find a substitute train.” So we all went out from the train. First message arrived – “The journey has been postponed until further notice.” After a while, another message arrived – “We have found the new train, but there is no-one to transport the old train away.” This seemed like a comedy show. New message came – “The train will most likely depart at 8AM.” I was supposed to meet others in Oslo at 2:30PM to go to our camping site. The timetable started to become a bit tight. Half an hour later we got a new message – “We have found a person to move the old train and the train will leave at 9AM.” At 8:45 nothing was indicating the train to actually depart at 9AM. I gave in. I bought express train ticket to airport for 35 euros and decided to take the plane instead. I just could not afford any more running late. (One person in our group from Brazil got stuck in Frankfurt. The flight was delayed 3 hours, because somebody forgot to sign some papers. I wonder if her flight was delayed because I was travelling too?)

One flight was just about to depart. I was thinking and calculating in my head and felt that theoretically I should make it – I had 30 minutes to catch the flight which was also enough time to check in online. But you know what, I chickened out. If I had missed that flight, no one would have compensated the loss. My travel insurance had recently expired and I didn’t feel like needing to expand it. Murphy. I will make one now straight away. So I bought tickets to later flight and am sitting now in the airport. I have three more hours to go from the initial five. But well … I’d rather be sitting here than in the airport in Oslo, because I would have to wait anyway.

Mum wanted to give me one bag in box wine. I couldn’t be bothered to carry it with me. Seemed like a right decision when I remembered it on my way to the airport, because it wouldn’t have been allowed in the hand luggage anyway. Then I remembered that bottle of wine I had and that would not have passed the security check either. Damit. I should really throw it away as even I am not able to drink bottle of wine at 9AM. New calculation said, that for the extra 8 euros that checked in luggage cost (and not 80 euros like last time in Tallinn), I would not get a bottle of wine in Norway and I decided to pay for the extra luggage. It wasn’t a big amount of money, but I had spent so much time and effort to fit all my things (also according to mum’s and Marek’s standards) into hand luggage. Just when I arrived to the luggage drop counter, I spotted a sign saying all the flights are full and you can give your hand luggage away for free. Oh okay, just when I actually don’t need it. Murphy. Again. Second time in one day.

When we woke at 4:40AM, my mum made some coffee and ordered me to eat. I was thinking “why, if I have breakfast included in the train”, but to be polite I still ate two sandwiches. Well done. And so ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER. Even if you are 37-years old. Mum knows better. She also knows which way of transport IS the way to go and whether it is worth trying to save money every time. For future records – if I have tight schedule, I will not take the train in Sweden!