I am actually afraid of flying. But sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Off I go to Geneva for 2 full days of doing nothing serious.
The flight was smooth on a tiny plane. Well I knew the plan was tiny when I banged my head trying to get into my seat. I’m not exactly 6ft tall.
When i checked in initially I was informed that I had been allocated the emergency exit seat (not again). I didn’t mind cause I would have enough room to stretch my legs🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. The story was different when I boarded the plane. Boarding from the tail end, my seat was the first seat on the left. The plane had only 25 seats. I was seat number 25.
Arrived safely and was reminded of the phone tariff. There appears to be no additional costs… yipee
My plan for the 2 days was to travel around town with public transport. At the airport while investigating on where to buy my bus ticket, I found out that I was entitled to an 80mins duration public transport free ticket just to get me safely to my destination. How amazing is that. There is actually a free ticket machine located at baggage claims. Specifically to dispense free bus/rail tickets. Well I took that opportunity and off I went to catch my bus.
As confused as I was, I finally located my bus stand. What an achievement, I got on the bus 23. Without a word of French, but an address, on my part, and without a word of English on the drivers part, we figured that he will let me know where to change to another bus. I discovered that there is a cash ir card ticket machine at every single bus stand.
When the driver told me that I needed to get off at a stop. I quickly ran to the door with my load. I stood at the door thinking he would let me out, like am used to. The door did not open, and I did not think to open it myself. I have never had to open the door of any public transport myself. It spontaneously opens when the bus stops at a bus stop. Well, not in Geneva. I just stood there, looking back at the driver, like, can’t you see me, open the door now let me go. Abi you dont want me to go again. If not for the grace of God that a girl appeared to get onto the bus. She then opened the door from the outside, I may still be standing there with my load. The language barrier is real…. No English no French, today na sign language all the way.
I spent the whole day with my cousin’s and eventually did a quick check in at my hotel around 6pm… but finally got there at 11pm… I will obviously review the hotel Ibis on Google, trust me. Because though it is very central, it is the most expensive budget hotel I’ve ever stayed. For £151 per night, breakfast not included, I was expecting at least coffee making facilities. Definately not value for money…. but a clean, central and safe environment.