small postscript to the last entry ...
.. think of it, in fact, the discussions are not so bad.
At least if one is not sure where to go, continue to twist and turn, or until the lighting is divine. Or see some new sign.
Much less dangerous than the crazy braking or U-turns
And with this highly scientific and philosophical thinking I'm going to pick up my car from the tire shop where I made the relining Gambotto with amphibians winter ;-).
So driving at night becomes a bit 'less dangerous!
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Brazilian Blowout Scam
A long, long journey to the rear of the Brianza .. and everything to get you to sing ..
One thing I never understood is the logic with which you decide on signs in Brianza. I mean, the posters telling you where to go.
You are too stupid to read the maps, but I get lost even when I have to go two towns ahead of mine.
But sometimes this whole thing truly tragic. We have
last night, a test for Madama Butterfly.
I must go to Rovello (near Saronno) to Calow (near Lecco).
I print out the details by Kataweb Maps. 42 km, estimated 52 minutes. I also carry my map of Lombardy, where there are also smaller streets. And I start 2 hours before, you never know. At least when I get something I take the bar before beginning the test, if all goes well.
first stop Rovello Lomazzo, and so far we are. Almost impossible to fail, the road is straight. Then
first catch: to turn from Lomazzo Bregnano. Luckily, I memorized the information Kataweb, so I know that after Bregnano Cermenate is because there is no intersection Bregnano written (though the next country to a mile away) but you Cermenate. Therefore be continued. A
Cermenate again becomes difficult, because I have a list of names of countries where I should go, but there nessun'indicazione. Lecco is written, but I know that even if I have to go to Lecco, is not that the way to go, because I looked on the map and switch grass, and took me out of about twenty km. So I follow the other path, where there is no written statement.
And I am a pure ass Lentate sul Seveso, which is exactly where I had to go, and I can also take the right exit at the next roundabout, Arosio, although I realize that it is only right that a lot 'after , ie when Arosio, because before I did not see any sign.
Now it should be simple, because I have to just be able to get on SS36 Milan-Lecco, this time is the right one. In fact, I begin to see signs that indicate carried out on the nearby highway. Pass an intersection where there is a small little yellow card with the word "diversion" and something that could be "Lecce" but not readable because the cartel is dirty and there is no light. Obviously not around, I prefer to follow the path indicated by the map. But when after approx. 1 km is time to turn, according to the map, I find the exit blocked, without further indication that a cartel does not "work in progress." Good grief. To say the least.
I come back, but this direction is not even visible sign of the deviation, and then I realized only when they are almost back to Arosio that I lost. I make a U-turn I almost even Police in New York and going at 40km / h to be sure to catch the release, making me swear behind a pair of truck drivers that I've already put that behind and in danger of my life with inversion.
I find the exit, which leads me to a small, buissima country road. In the middle of nowhere, with no billboards, signs, nothing.
I stop after a few minutes and look at the map. From the general direction in which I seem to move, I think I'll end up in Inverness, but I have no idea. But now continuous. Spending a couple of tiny villages dark, and finally I see a sign "Como." Which is exactly the direction in which I must not go, so I take the opposite direction, which has no signs. And my courage is rewarded, because after a couple more round at last I find directions to the road to Lecco, which we take a few minutes later, much relieved.
But we're not even halfway through the 42 km ... In fact, the highway I have to do only 7 km, according Kataweb maps and I go out properly Garbagnate Monastery, as indicated. Which brings me back to the middle of nowhere for something that I seem to tens of km, but it should only be 3 or 4.
hours Theoretically I should cut a little 'diagonally across the countryside (so to speak), passing a couple of medium-sized towns, and then get on the lake of Lecco, cross the bridge and emerge in Calolziocorte City.
But the more I advance, unless I see signs. Only darkness. And I start to feel like in a novel by Stephen King. And it rains as well.
And so, when at one point miraculously meeting the highway 342, Como, Bergamo, I decide to leave the risk and choose the things known, although they are longer, and I go to Bergamo, knowing that at some point I get to Cisano Bergamasco , where I will turn to the left to Lecco, inevitably going to Calow. I've done a couple of times, is much longer, but almost idiot-proof.
Almost. Because when I get to
Brivio, which is just before Cisano, calls me the girl of the place where I go for the test, wondering if I'm coming. Are not yet late, just wanted to know. I say that Brivio, and we are both happy.
just that while they are on the phone I end up one of thousands of roundabouts in the world is populated lately and in my infinite stupidity I take the exit for Lecco without thinking twice.
Step two villages whose names I never heard and began to have doubts. I stop again and pull out the map. Discovering that there is a road to Lecco along the western part of the lake, not only the eastern I have to do myself. Porca Vacca Brianzola Switzerland.
I call the girl telling her that I was wrong after all, and then arrive with ten minutes late, because now I have to go back. Are you looking for to convince me to go ahead and cross the lake ahead (in the same spot where I had to go through the following signs of Kataweb, but coming the other way, of course) but my desire to experiment road system has fallen well below zero and go back and say that enough.
And this time I can concentrate and get all the exits right, and finally arriving in Calolziocorte after just 2 h 10 minutes. In the face of Kataweb. And in the face of the snack bar.
And after the test, of course there is the return home.
that on other occasions has been very, very difficult most of the progress, because usually I take any road, whether Como or Milan, I carries out for sure. and end up in unexpected places.
So I decide to play it safe and follow the 342 back at least to a certain point I do not usually make mistakes, it only gets difficult when I have to figure out where Inverness after going down in the direction of Milan to avoid ending up in Como. Well of course being careful not to even finish in Milan.
Well, this time instead of my stupidity quotient of the region must be higher than usual because I already bore even before going on 342 and only when they are already almost at the home of Berlusca I realize that I have chosen the Milan Lecco, that Which brings me almost to Brescia, so to speak. Shit. Seeking to cut
to the right, at least to avoid the ring road, but somehow all roads and streets remind me always and only on that damn Milano-Lecco. O Arcore, in fact.
At the end I resign myself, and through Arcore, one hand on the ovaries and the other with fingers crossed (it makes a huge effort to drive like that!) And counter-charms should have had an effect, because at some point I see a very small Lesmo cartel, where I know I have to pass, according to the map. Other
dissesstate country roads (we begin to move away from Arcore with its marble floors ...) and I'm in a pure intuition in a couple of roundabouts where the only signs are "Milan" and "Arcore, carefully avoiding both.
This constancy is rewarded, making me come first in Lesmahagow, where, miracle of miracles, I find a sign with the words "10 km Seregno" which is already almost home! I go a bit 'quieter, which is a mistake because at one point I realized only when they have already spent almost at an intersection there was an arrow to the right on a dark street and a small that says "Seregno.
Wailing braking beast, and only a guardian angel as big as an ox I avoid deadly trouble, because with the way my tires wet myself a nice smooth ride to 180 degrees nell'incroio, where, thanks to that guardian angel , there is nobody at this time (we are at midnight now) and I even manage to avoid bumping into any walls or other obstacles.
moment of relief and gratitude to the Protecting Powers, then continue on the narrow street that you are climbing a mountain.
MOUNTAINS?? And when? In Brianza? I'm beginning to think that maybe the slowdown was fatal after all, and I'm just dreaming of continuing their journey while my body lies lifeless in reality the car was destroyed at the intersection.
But then I reach the "top" of the "mountain" and I remember there have been some 'time ago, in fact, risk in a valley that has something that seems Ironbridge industrial archaeological heritage or something.
You keep bending through tiny villages with names arcane, where the paper is not always Seregno segnlazioni of the day, while Monza and Milan. I continue to avoid both, clever me, and at one point really Seregno arrival! Now I just try not to fall into the trap of signs "Saronno-Como" I have already cheated once again making me almost return to Lecco, but instead continue to Meda-Barlassina. Easier said than done, because signs do not exist, but I stopped a few times in the middle of intersections (how nice run at night!) To look at the map, and so I can miss only two or three times, and never seriously (I mean, do not end up on the highway where it takes 20 km before turning back).
How I really Meda, and now I think that's it, because I also see a sign for Barlassina, and from there I can go home even with your eyes closed. I think.
Poor deluded. Following the sign
Barlassina do not know how I do not know why, other times I did it this way, f ***, at a certain point I find myself in a small mountain to climb again, in a kind of medieval village.
Start using profanity toward the ugly Lombardy Region and its advisors to traffic. These words are very ugly. I see many, many signs that say everything from the names of farms to those of the various stadiums and railway station. But I have no idea where I am!
Finally I see a kind of oratory before a group of old men allegrotti, and I stopped and asked where I am quite desperate.
"Figino" is the answer in unison. Figino? But where the hell is FIGINO? And who has ever been?
humbly ask them how do I go to Barlassina. They laugh, the series, but what do you want a woman out alone at night, because you're not at home doing her knitting or heat the bed to her husband, and began to give directions, each different from the other , all topped off with plenty of places with common and stupid jokes.
I'm going to close the window (also because it's raining inside me) and drifting away, when an old man who came forward, and arteriosclerotic drunkard seems less of others and that tells me is just to go away, and that has to go to Cogliate (which is even closer to my house to Barlassina), if I want to follow.
At this point I do not even go to the mind the thought mandatory for all girls who respect, that could be a maniac who wants to attract me in some dark alley and rape me (probably because they are big, thick and strong at least him twice) and wait patiently for salt on his BMW (pensions to face starvation) and follow him.
Perhaps the wisest decision of all day, because the wily old man knows a shortcut Which leads me to grasp that men say (at least half the time it takes me usually, but imagine if I ever do it again, this street alone!) and greets me with a fun flash of headlights. The flash back with the only working beam of my car and I do the last 5 minutes that separate me from cottage.
Miii.
And to think that next Monday I have to redo the same way ..
many sacrifices for the music!
I have to start putting money away for a navigator.
One thing I never understood is the logic with which you decide on signs in Brianza. I mean, the posters telling you where to go.
You are too stupid to read the maps, but I get lost even when I have to go two towns ahead of mine.
But sometimes this whole thing truly tragic. We have
last night, a test for Madama Butterfly.
I must go to Rovello (near Saronno) to Calow (near Lecco).
I print out the details by Kataweb Maps. 42 km, estimated 52 minutes. I also carry my map of Lombardy, where there are also smaller streets. And I start 2 hours before, you never know. At least when I get something I take the bar before beginning the test, if all goes well.
first stop Rovello Lomazzo, and so far we are. Almost impossible to fail, the road is straight. Then
first catch: to turn from Lomazzo Bregnano. Luckily, I memorized the information Kataweb, so I know that after Bregnano Cermenate is because there is no intersection Bregnano written (though the next country to a mile away) but you Cermenate. Therefore be continued. A
Cermenate again becomes difficult, because I have a list of names of countries where I should go, but there nessun'indicazione. Lecco is written, but I know that even if I have to go to Lecco, is not that the way to go, because I looked on the map and switch grass, and took me out of about twenty km. So I follow the other path, where there is no written statement.
And I am a pure ass Lentate sul Seveso, which is exactly where I had to go, and I can also take the right exit at the next roundabout, Arosio, although I realize that it is only right that a lot 'after , ie when Arosio, because before I did not see any sign.
Now it should be simple, because I have to just be able to get on SS36 Milan-Lecco, this time is the right one. In fact, I begin to see signs that indicate carried out on the nearby highway. Pass an intersection where there is a small little yellow card with the word "diversion" and something that could be "Lecce" but not readable because the cartel is dirty and there is no light. Obviously not around, I prefer to follow the path indicated by the map. But when after approx. 1 km is time to turn, according to the map, I find the exit blocked, without further indication that a cartel does not "work in progress." Good grief. To say the least.
I come back, but this direction is not even visible sign of the deviation, and then I realized only when they are almost back to Arosio that I lost. I make a U-turn I almost even Police in New York and going at 40km / h to be sure to catch the release, making me swear behind a pair of truck drivers that I've already put that behind and in danger of my life with inversion.
I find the exit, which leads me to a small, buissima country road. In the middle of nowhere, with no billboards, signs, nothing.
I stop after a few minutes and look at the map. From the general direction in which I seem to move, I think I'll end up in Inverness, but I have no idea. But now continuous. Spending a couple of tiny villages dark, and finally I see a sign "Como." Which is exactly the direction in which I must not go, so I take the opposite direction, which has no signs. And my courage is rewarded, because after a couple more round at last I find directions to the road to Lecco, which we take a few minutes later, much relieved.
But we're not even halfway through the 42 km ... In fact, the highway I have to do only 7 km, according Kataweb maps and I go out properly Garbagnate Monastery, as indicated. Which brings me back to the middle of nowhere for something that I seem to tens of km, but it should only be 3 or 4.
hours Theoretically I should cut a little 'diagonally across the countryside (so to speak), passing a couple of medium-sized towns, and then get on the lake of Lecco, cross the bridge and emerge in Calolziocorte City.
But the more I advance, unless I see signs. Only darkness. And I start to feel like in a novel by Stephen King. And it rains as well.
And so, when at one point miraculously meeting the highway 342, Como, Bergamo, I decide to leave the risk and choose the things known, although they are longer, and I go to Bergamo, knowing that at some point I get to Cisano Bergamasco , where I will turn to the left to Lecco, inevitably going to Calow. I've done a couple of times, is much longer, but almost idiot-proof.
Almost. Because when I get to
Brivio, which is just before Cisano, calls me the girl of the place where I go for the test, wondering if I'm coming. Are not yet late, just wanted to know. I say that Brivio, and we are both happy.
just that while they are on the phone I end up one of thousands of roundabouts in the world is populated lately and in my infinite stupidity I take the exit for Lecco without thinking twice.
Step two villages whose names I never heard and began to have doubts. I stop again and pull out the map. Discovering that there is a road to Lecco along the western part of the lake, not only the eastern I have to do myself. Porca Vacca Brianzola Switzerland.
I call the girl telling her that I was wrong after all, and then arrive with ten minutes late, because now I have to go back. Are you looking for to convince me to go ahead and cross the lake ahead (in the same spot where I had to go through the following signs of Kataweb, but coming the other way, of course) but my desire to experiment road system has fallen well below zero and go back and say that enough.
And this time I can concentrate and get all the exits right, and finally arriving in Calolziocorte after just 2 h 10 minutes. In the face of Kataweb. And in the face of the snack bar.
And after the test, of course there is the return home.
that on other occasions has been very, very difficult most of the progress, because usually I take any road, whether Como or Milan, I carries out for sure. and end up in unexpected places.
So I decide to play it safe and follow the 342 back at least to a certain point I do not usually make mistakes, it only gets difficult when I have to figure out where Inverness after going down in the direction of Milan to avoid ending up in Como. Well of course being careful not to even finish in Milan.
Well, this time instead of my stupidity quotient of the region must be higher than usual because I already bore even before going on 342 and only when they are already almost at the home of Berlusca I realize that I have chosen the Milan Lecco, that Which brings me almost to Brescia, so to speak. Shit. Seeking to cut
to the right, at least to avoid the ring road, but somehow all roads and streets remind me always and only on that damn Milano-Lecco. O Arcore, in fact.
At the end I resign myself, and through Arcore, one hand on the ovaries and the other with fingers crossed (it makes a huge effort to drive like that!) And counter-charms should have had an effect, because at some point I see a very small Lesmo cartel, where I know I have to pass, according to the map. Other
dissesstate country roads (we begin to move away from Arcore with its marble floors ...) and I'm in a pure intuition in a couple of roundabouts where the only signs are "Milan" and "Arcore, carefully avoiding both.
This constancy is rewarded, making me come first in Lesmahagow, where, miracle of miracles, I find a sign with the words "10 km Seregno" which is already almost home! I go a bit 'quieter, which is a mistake because at one point I realized only when they have already spent almost at an intersection there was an arrow to the right on a dark street and a small that says "Seregno.
Wailing braking beast, and only a guardian angel as big as an ox I avoid deadly trouble, because with the way my tires wet myself a nice smooth ride to 180 degrees nell'incroio, where, thanks to that guardian angel , there is nobody at this time (we are at midnight now) and I even manage to avoid bumping into any walls or other obstacles.
moment of relief and gratitude to the Protecting Powers, then continue on the narrow street that you are climbing a mountain.
MOUNTAINS?? And when? In Brianza? I'm beginning to think that maybe the slowdown was fatal after all, and I'm just dreaming of continuing their journey while my body lies lifeless in reality the car was destroyed at the intersection.
But then I reach the "top" of the "mountain" and I remember there have been some 'time ago, in fact, risk in a valley that has something that seems Ironbridge industrial archaeological heritage or something.
You keep bending through tiny villages with names arcane, where the paper is not always Seregno segnlazioni of the day, while Monza and Milan. I continue to avoid both, clever me, and at one point really Seregno arrival! Now I just try not to fall into the trap of signs "Saronno-Como" I have already cheated once again making me almost return to Lecco, but instead continue to Meda-Barlassina. Easier said than done, because signs do not exist, but I stopped a few times in the middle of intersections (how nice run at night!) To look at the map, and so I can miss only two or three times, and never seriously (I mean, do not end up on the highway where it takes 20 km before turning back).
How I really Meda, and now I think that's it, because I also see a sign for Barlassina, and from there I can go home even with your eyes closed. I think.
Poor deluded. Following the sign
Barlassina do not know how I do not know why, other times I did it this way, f ***, at a certain point I find myself in a small mountain to climb again, in a kind of medieval village.
Start using profanity toward the ugly Lombardy Region and its advisors to traffic. These words are very ugly. I see many, many signs that say everything from the names of farms to those of the various stadiums and railway station. But I have no idea where I am!
Finally I see a kind of oratory before a group of old men allegrotti, and I stopped and asked where I am quite desperate.
"Figino" is the answer in unison. Figino? But where the hell is FIGINO? And who has ever been?
humbly ask them how do I go to Barlassina. They laugh, the series, but what do you want a woman out alone at night, because you're not at home doing her knitting or heat the bed to her husband, and began to give directions, each different from the other , all topped off with plenty of places with common and stupid jokes.
I'm going to close the window (also because it's raining inside me) and drifting away, when an old man who came forward, and arteriosclerotic drunkard seems less of others and that tells me is just to go away, and that has to go to Cogliate (which is even closer to my house to Barlassina), if I want to follow.
At this point I do not even go to the mind the thought mandatory for all girls who respect, that could be a maniac who wants to attract me in some dark alley and rape me (probably because they are big, thick and strong at least him twice) and wait patiently for salt on his BMW (pensions to face starvation) and follow him.
Perhaps the wisest decision of all day, because the wily old man knows a shortcut Which leads me to grasp that men say (at least half the time it takes me usually, but imagine if I ever do it again, this street alone!) and greets me with a fun flash of headlights. The flash back with the only working beam of my car and I do the last 5 minutes that separate me from cottage.
Miii.
And to think that next Monday I have to redo the same way ..
many sacrifices for the music!
I have to start putting money away for a navigator.
Saturday, October 9, 2004
Manhattan Model No 460668
lisafutura @ 2004-10-09T14: 18:00
. .. be very careful to make a woman cry, then
that God counts her tears!
The woman was released from the rib of man, not by foot because it would
be beaten, either by
head to be superior, but from the side
to be the same ....
a bit 'further down the arm to be protected and
the side of the heart to be loved ... . "
(anonymous)
. .. be very careful to make a woman cry, then
that God counts her tears!
The woman was released from the rib of man, not by foot because it would
be beaten, either by
head to be superior, but from the side
to be the same ....
a bit 'further down the arm to be protected and
the side of the heart to be loved ... . "
(anonymous)
Sunday, October 3, 2004
Contemporary Christmas Decorations
Delusions delusions
sometimes be a hard fans is terrible. I think I'll take a vacation from this stuff. Otherwise I will un'infarto. How the hell do you draw when it was already 3-1? Fool . ..
sometimes be a hard fans is terrible. I think I'll take a vacation from this stuff. Otherwise I will un'infarto. How the hell do you draw when it was already 3-1? Fool . ..
Saturday, October 2, 2004
How To Hand Polish Copal
The Ridge .. Statistics
of bad luck?
Having a working dinner from which it is impossible to escape NEAR Stadium in Brussels when Inter are playing (and winning!) against Anderlecht
Sigh ... ..!
of bad luck?
Having a working dinner from which it is impossible to escape NEAR Stadium in Brussels when Inter are playing (and winning!) against Anderlecht
Sigh ... ..!
She Masterbates In The Car
no pretense of significance ..
Companies used: Alitalia (AL) and Brussels Airlines (SN) (2 times each in the early morning and late afternoon)
Price:
SN: 60 and 90 Euro
AL: 110 and 160 Euro
Express
SN: with e-tickets directly to check in (at 6 am there are already open to Malpensa 3), very polite, asking where I sit, if I want a sandwich with cheese or ham, I wish you a pleasant journey. They want to see my hand luggage, I weigh and monitor the measures to ensure that we will stay in the lockers of the aircraft.
TO: E-tickets must be first converted into a business 'true' at the counter Alitalia (With relevant row) then check in with a long row which saw both LHR and in Brussels are open only two desks. No one asks where I want to sit down, and when I ask the corridor, told me that there are no more seats (one hour before departure). No control of hand luggage.
Boarding (like c ** is called in Italian? Boarding? Escapes me ..)
SN: both times starting the procedure before the boarding on the ticket, and if it were not for two men (Italian) very important, arriving very late, everyone would already be on the plane 20 minutes before the announced departure. Since nobody has oversized baggage, you enter the aircraft business and also the last place in the closets to find their bags.
AL: No sign of boarding even 15 minutes after the time indicated on the ticket. For the flight of 6.30 in the morning to 6:29 comes an announcement that there is a delay of 15 minutes, no more will be announced at the end of 35 minutes to start. Ascent traumatic plane as each passenger is provided with the second trolley bags and oversized that there are anywhere, and are left on the floor waiting for the passenger systems.
the post:
SN: plane to approximately 65% full, set well distributed with almost all places in the ranks Median 3-free, and the last (Noisiest) files do not take
AL: Air 100% full type cattle car with even the most unlucky people packed well (there's a perverse pleasure in putting people in places closer fatter, I think to check We are in the collection points on how many pounds can memorize over 100 seats in the handicapped and close together in rows to 2).
Maintenance Air:
SN: no particular observation, it seems everything clean and working, the chairs are perhaps a little smashed.
AL: deafening noise in the back rows, faint smell of fried eggs (?) Before leaving and unbearable heat of freezing to share. Several backs of the chairs are still not in a horizontal position. Severely stained carpet. General air of decay.
Bathrooms:
SN: no specific submission, clean, odorless
AL: does not lock the door, the light is low, the smell of urine and other things, lack of soap and when you try to take a paper towel, they are all out.
Food and other amenities:
SN: is at 7 in the morning and late afternoon are served a snack consisting of light or dark bread (your choice), butter, cheese or ham, pickles, candy. To drink there are several juice, coca cola, fanta, water, tonic water, coffee, tea (the last very disgusting). My request for an artificial sweetener is promptly answered. At the end of the trip are the chocolates. Newspapers in several languages, including Corriere della Sera and Repubblica.
AL: "snack" is at 7 am to 6 pm: minibustina choice of snacks and biscuits minibustina (the same Eurostar, with 3 snacks / cookies for instance). Drinks available: smooth and sparkling water, orange juice and coke. At 7am, no coffee or tea. At 6 o'clock in the evening, but finished the milk and the sweetener is not anyway. When asked to read something to tell me it was an "Il Giornale" that decline thanks.
attitude of the staff wheel:
SN: polite, unobtrusive, no particular attitude. Women of a certain age but handsome, boys generally very gay and very cool. Announcements in English, Italian, French and Dutch.
AL: Scazzi and general arrogance. Any request and meets demand looks like, "We just needed this," the capocabina walking up and down the rows to haul passengers contrary to a rule (in my row I have to peck cazziatone first because my back does not is straight, and even when I prove that it does not work tells me that I should say immediately before departure .. I wonder why, since the plane is, however, III & IV, and then I realized only when the force dell'acellerazione crushed me back ... vabbeh. Then the man next to me, three minutes after the announcement that we are landing has not yet turned off his computer because he did not hear the announcement, which is the first extended question as Abrupt ever again is using the computer, and then the dark threat that ultimately puts us ALL in danger with his irresponsible attitude that has previously already cause several serious accidents. iiiiiiiihhhhhh all the hands that go to the balls ... ..) Very opinionated tone of any communication, wasted faces, women are generally quite young, but very low on average and rather ugly, make-up, tight little uniforms. Males do cool but I'm too stressed to be credible. No announcement from the captain about where we are or how long, no excuse for the delay. Ads a must in Italian Romanesque and broken English.
Delays:
SN: anyone with even the second time we landed 10 minutes early
AL: both times over 30 minutes
There would be more, but enough for now. Usually I avoid the strike by Alitalia flight, so do not know if it's always like that, but I certainly wonder why their flights costing twice as many others, provide a service much worse, yet they are strappieni. Mah
Companies used: Alitalia (AL) and Brussels Airlines (SN) (2 times each in the early morning and late afternoon)
Price:
SN: 60 and 90 Euro
AL: 110 and 160 Euro
Express
SN: with e-tickets directly to check in (at 6 am there are already open to Malpensa 3), very polite, asking where I sit, if I want a sandwich with cheese or ham, I wish you a pleasant journey. They want to see my hand luggage, I weigh and monitor the measures to ensure that we will stay in the lockers of the aircraft.
TO: E-tickets must be first converted into a business 'true' at the counter Alitalia (With relevant row) then check in with a long row which saw both LHR and in Brussels are open only two desks. No one asks where I want to sit down, and when I ask the corridor, told me that there are no more seats (one hour before departure). No control of hand luggage.
Boarding (like c ** is called in Italian? Boarding? Escapes me ..)
SN: both times starting the procedure before the boarding on the ticket, and if it were not for two men (Italian) very important, arriving very late, everyone would already be on the plane 20 minutes before the announced departure. Since nobody has oversized baggage, you enter the aircraft business and also the last place in the closets to find their bags.
AL: No sign of boarding even 15 minutes after the time indicated on the ticket. For the flight of 6.30 in the morning to 6:29 comes an announcement that there is a delay of 15 minutes, no more will be announced at the end of 35 minutes to start. Ascent traumatic plane as each passenger is provided with the second trolley bags and oversized that there are anywhere, and are left on the floor waiting for the passenger systems.
the post:
SN: plane to approximately 65% full, set well distributed with almost all places in the ranks Median 3-free, and the last (Noisiest) files do not take
AL: Air 100% full type cattle car with even the most unlucky people packed well (there's a perverse pleasure in putting people in places closer fatter, I think to check We are in the collection points on how many pounds can memorize over 100 seats in the handicapped and close together in rows to 2).
Maintenance Air:
SN: no particular observation, it seems everything clean and working, the chairs are perhaps a little smashed.
AL: deafening noise in the back rows, faint smell of fried eggs (?) Before leaving and unbearable heat of freezing to share. Several backs of the chairs are still not in a horizontal position. Severely stained carpet. General air of decay.
Bathrooms:
SN: no specific submission, clean, odorless
AL: does not lock the door, the light is low, the smell of urine and other things, lack of soap and when you try to take a paper towel, they are all out.
Food and other amenities:
SN: is at 7 in the morning and late afternoon are served a snack consisting of light or dark bread (your choice), butter, cheese or ham, pickles, candy. To drink there are several juice, coca cola, fanta, water, tonic water, coffee, tea (the last very disgusting). My request for an artificial sweetener is promptly answered. At the end of the trip are the chocolates. Newspapers in several languages, including Corriere della Sera and Repubblica.
AL: "snack" is at 7 am to 6 pm: minibustina choice of snacks and biscuits minibustina (the same Eurostar, with 3 snacks / cookies for instance). Drinks available: smooth and sparkling water, orange juice and coke. At 7am, no coffee or tea. At 6 o'clock in the evening, but finished the milk and the sweetener is not anyway. When asked to read something to tell me it was an "Il Giornale" that decline thanks.
attitude of the staff wheel:
SN: polite, unobtrusive, no particular attitude. Women of a certain age but handsome, boys generally very gay and very cool. Announcements in English, Italian, French and Dutch.
AL: Scazzi and general arrogance. Any request and meets demand looks like, "We just needed this," the capocabina walking up and down the rows to haul passengers contrary to a rule (in my row I have to peck cazziatone first because my back does not is straight, and even when I prove that it does not work tells me that I should say immediately before departure .. I wonder why, since the plane is, however, III & IV, and then I realized only when the force dell'acellerazione crushed me back ... vabbeh. Then the man next to me, three minutes after the announcement that we are landing has not yet turned off his computer because he did not hear the announcement, which is the first extended question as Abrupt ever again is using the computer, and then the dark threat that ultimately puts us ALL in danger with his irresponsible attitude that has previously already cause several serious accidents. iiiiiiiihhhhhh all the hands that go to the balls ... ..) Very opinionated tone of any communication, wasted faces, women are generally quite young, but very low on average and rather ugly, make-up, tight little uniforms. Males do cool but I'm too stressed to be credible. No announcement from the captain about where we are or how long, no excuse for the delay. Ads a must in Italian Romanesque and broken English.
Delays:
SN: anyone with even the second time we landed 10 minutes early
AL: both times over 30 minutes
There would be more, but enough for now. Usually I avoid the strike by Alitalia flight, so do not know if it's always like that, but I certainly wonder why their flights costing twice as many others, provide a service much worse, yet they are strappieni. Mah
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