Shitty SHITTY shitty TRIP
Wednesday, 18. June 2008, 16:40:35
During my few years of living this has definitely been my worst. To travel from Sweden to Bolivia used to take 18-20 hours a couple of years ago, now it took 30 hours. And we are not even in our final destination. 
Sthlm-London:
Me and my mother got separate places. I had to sit in the middle of a married (old=+50) couple, and even though I asked if they wanted to change places with me then refused to do it. Eejits! We were suppose to lift at 15.40 but did it at 16.30 instead. The reason? Mr. Bush (currrent President of USA) had to lift from Heathrow to Ireland, and we were not allow to even lift. How stupid isn't that? When we finally arrived in London, we had to wait around 10 minutes before the plane could park close to a gate, but the gate the plane had been designed was occupied by another plane whih's engine wasn't working.
Heathrow Airport, London:
Since the time for waiting had reduced from 5 to less than 4 it wasn't a biggie. And specially not because of all the shops that Heathrow Airport has. I hanged mostly in the book store and bought 2 books, one more of Marian Keyes (her latest, called "The charming man"), another written by Naom Chomski. We drank coffee from Starbucks and it was lovely, lovely, lovely. And...there were loads of eye-candies. Have anybody else, more than me, noticed that English men are so handsome?
And their smiles... OMG! 
London-Sao Paolo:
Great service by the stuff (and a VERY handsome one too... His name was Ronaldo!
). I've been in this kind of planes before, but I have never had so much choice when it comes to entertainment. I could pick between 11 different movies, 3 TV-series, different sort of music, around 10 different games. 
And even though I usually choose to watch movies on the plane, I did not this time. I prefered to listen to James Blunt's latest CD while finishing "Is anybody out there?" written by Marian Keyes. I laughed and cried with this book, and this is the first time that this combination happened to me. 
Sao Paolo:
As soon as we got of the plane we directed to TAM Mercosur to get good places from Sao Paolo (my mother needs to sit in the front of the plane or her tinitus starts and makes the whole trip a lot more difficult) to Asuncion, and from Asuncion to Santa Cruz. I make a line, and my mother makes another (to gain time). My mother arrives to her line first and the women attending us tells her to stand in the last place of my line (after having checked our voucher) and wants me to go away. She didnt exactly say it in a good manner, and I dont believe that she is correct. She thought that she was talking with analphabets apparently and figured that we would obbey that stupid woman. She was wrong, and I remained in my place.
After having received our boarding passes, we found a "cosy" place to sit in since we woul after all wait 9 hours. It was BORING! There are too few shops in Sao Paolo (the Airport) that you manage to visit all of them in less than 30 minutes. I sat and did nothing special. Tried to start reading the book I had bought in London written by my fave author...but I couldn't concentrate. It was impossible to sleep since the seats were not exactly friendly to the body. While watching people walk back and forth I heard some music coming from the telly above me and it made me remember some good times in my life. 
(André...it was the song I had tried to explain to you. I recorded a bit and I'll send it soon. ) When we were wainting to board the plane, a (peruvian/paraguayan, drunk) man in his 30s or 40s, tried to flirt with me. 
And he didn't even care than my mother was next to me.
Sao Paolo-Asuncion:
There was a stop in Ciudad del Este, and I couldn't stop thinkng about not visiting Paraguay nor Brazil this year.
I will have to convince somebody to come along... I really want to travel outside Bolivia too. Otherwise, I slept through most of the trip. I wanted to get whisky with coke, something I had received in the last trip, but she denied me it because according to the woman they only give it to people older than 22. And usually, people are considered to be adults at 21 already here in South America.
Asuncion:
The airport was filled with people, travellers, fans, football players, media. The football players were taking the same plane as we would, because of the eliminations for the World Championship in South Africa 2010. They are currently, the leaders of South America...and they will meet Bolivia today at 16.00 in La Paz.
Bolivia is not very strong, hasn't been the latest decades (if ever)..and of course they are in the last place. 
I did't know that Paraguay had handsome men either...
Asuncion-Santa Cruz:
The most shitties stuff. They gave everybody else, except us dinner. When we asked if we wanted to have, one in the stuff asked: "oh, you want?" What kind of stupid question is that? Huh?
*headache* Later, another woman in the stuff was going to ask me if I wanted something to drink, and says: "Mrs, would you like some?" How old am I? Sure, I may be old enough to marry some one...but I am definitely not old enough to be called "Mrs" 
Santa Cruz:
Three out of four bags did not arrive. We couldn't leave the airport without finding out what we would do...definitely not trust the airplane company, that's for sure. Before, it has happened the same...our bags got lost in the trip, and we were given hotel, food and transport by the company. But they didn't want to. First of all, I wanted to explain what was going on from the beginning to people in check-in, one of the check-in stuff says: "Mrs. Bla bla bla" I exploted. What the heck are you calling me "Mrs" for? Do you know how old I am? She told me: "I don't want to talk to somebody who isn't calm" I had every fekking right to be furious, first of all our bags and then the calling of me. Now, later on I wanted to write about how we were being treated and they told my mother that I didn't have to since I was her child. So apparently, now I was a little kid.
I wrote it anyways, but I was collapsing. They decided to give us a hotel, but no transport (it was around 23.15, and the streets in Bolivia are usually empty at that time... Then they took it back, came back to offer it once more, took it back again, told us that we could sleep in the airport, that it wasn't sure that our bags would arrive today, if ever... A really shitty stuff I must say, if not the worst. I got some kind of stress attack. I wanted to puke, could not stand up, my belly started to itch. The stress? It came because we have only 44 days to be in Bolivia, and for every day that gets lots I miss an oppotunity of do whatever I want to.
We got a hotel and transport at around 00.30. I was by then with the airport doctor, getting pills for my stress and the (unknown) skin-allergy that I've developed on my belly. We were at the hotell after 01.30 in the morning and we had not eaten much. We were supposed to be on our way to La Paz but instead we were arriving at a hotel. We went out to buy some hamburgers, ate it and slept. I could not even keep my eyes opened during the taxi-trip to the hotel. I was so tired of everything. My mother got a call in the morning and we got to know that the bags are in Asuncion and that they will arrive in Santa Cruz today in the evening. We have to go out to make some calls, I need (not exaclty need...more want) to buy (my fave) shoes, eat something, decide what we will do now that we have some idea of when they will arrive to Bolivia. A complete day is already lost.
I should go up to our room now. I'll keep you updated on what happens.
Don't miss me too much. 
/// Mizz Martínez
Sthlm-London:
Me and my mother got separate places. I had to sit in the middle of a married (old=+50) couple, and even though I asked if they wanted to change places with me then refused to do it. Eejits! We were suppose to lift at 15.40 but did it at 16.30 instead. The reason? Mr. Bush (currrent President of USA) had to lift from Heathrow to Ireland, and we were not allow to even lift. How stupid isn't that? When we finally arrived in London, we had to wait around 10 minutes before the plane could park close to a gate, but the gate the plane had been designed was occupied by another plane whih's engine wasn't working.
Heathrow Airport, London:
Since the time for waiting had reduced from 5 to less than 4 it wasn't a biggie. And specially not because of all the shops that Heathrow Airport has. I hanged mostly in the book store and bought 2 books, one more of Marian Keyes (her latest, called "The charming man"), another written by Naom Chomski. We drank coffee from Starbucks and it was lovely, lovely, lovely. And...there were loads of eye-candies. Have anybody else, more than me, noticed that English men are so handsome?
And their smiles... OMG! London-Sao Paolo:
Great service by the stuff (and a VERY handsome one too... His name was Ronaldo!
). I've been in this kind of planes before, but I have never had so much choice when it comes to entertainment. I could pick between 11 different movies, 3 TV-series, different sort of music, around 10 different games. And even though I usually choose to watch movies on the plane, I did not this time. I prefered to listen to James Blunt's latest CD while finishing "Is anybody out there?" written by Marian Keyes. I laughed and cried with this book, and this is the first time that this combination happened to me. Sao Paolo:
As soon as we got of the plane we directed to TAM Mercosur to get good places from Sao Paolo (my mother needs to sit in the front of the plane or her tinitus starts and makes the whole trip a lot more difficult) to Asuncion, and from Asuncion to Santa Cruz. I make a line, and my mother makes another (to gain time). My mother arrives to her line first and the women attending us tells her to stand in the last place of my line (after having checked our voucher) and wants me to go away. She didnt exactly say it in a good manner, and I dont believe that she is correct. She thought that she was talking with analphabets apparently and figured that we would obbey that stupid woman. She was wrong, and I remained in my place.
After having received our boarding passes, we found a "cosy" place to sit in since we woul after all wait 9 hours. It was BORING! There are too few shops in Sao Paolo (the Airport) that you manage to visit all of them in less than 30 minutes. I sat and did nothing special. Tried to start reading the book I had bought in London written by my fave author...but I couldn't concentrate. It was impossible to sleep since the seats were not exactly friendly to the body. While watching people walk back and forth I heard some music coming from the telly above me and it made me remember some good times in my life. (André...it was the song I had tried to explain to you. I recorded a bit and I'll send it soon. ) When we were wainting to board the plane, a (peruvian/paraguayan, drunk) man in his 30s or 40s, tried to flirt with me. And he didn't even care than my mother was next to me. Sao Paolo-Asuncion:
There was a stop in Ciudad del Este, and I couldn't stop thinkng about not visiting Paraguay nor Brazil this year.
I will have to convince somebody to come along... I really want to travel outside Bolivia too. Otherwise, I slept through most of the trip. I wanted to get whisky with coke, something I had received in the last trip, but she denied me it because according to the woman they only give it to people older than 22. And usually, people are considered to be adults at 21 already here in South America.Asuncion:
The airport was filled with people, travellers, fans, football players, media. The football players were taking the same plane as we would, because of the eliminations for the World Championship in South Africa 2010. They are currently, the leaders of South America...and they will meet Bolivia today at 16.00 in La Paz.
Bolivia is not very strong, hasn't been the latest decades (if ever)..and of course they are in the last place. I did't know that Paraguay had handsome men either... Asuncion-Santa Cruz:
The most shitties stuff. They gave everybody else, except us dinner. When we asked if we wanted to have, one in the stuff asked: "oh, you want?" What kind of stupid question is that? Huh?
*headache* Later, another woman in the stuff was going to ask me if I wanted something to drink, and says: "Mrs, would you like some?" How old am I? Sure, I may be old enough to marry some one...but I am definitely not old enough to be called "Mrs" Santa Cruz:
Three out of four bags did not arrive. We couldn't leave the airport without finding out what we would do...definitely not trust the airplane company, that's for sure. Before, it has happened the same...our bags got lost in the trip, and we were given hotel, food and transport by the company. But they didn't want to. First of all, I wanted to explain what was going on from the beginning to people in check-in, one of the check-in stuff says: "Mrs. Bla bla bla" I exploted. What the heck are you calling me "Mrs" for? Do you know how old I am? She told me: "I don't want to talk to somebody who isn't calm" I had every fekking right to be furious, first of all our bags and then the calling of me. Now, later on I wanted to write about how we were being treated and they told my mother that I didn't have to since I was her child. So apparently, now I was a little kid.
I wrote it anyways, but I was collapsing. They decided to give us a hotel, but no transport (it was around 23.15, and the streets in Bolivia are usually empty at that time... Then they took it back, came back to offer it once more, took it back again, told us that we could sleep in the airport, that it wasn't sure that our bags would arrive today, if ever... A really shitty stuff I must say, if not the worst. I got some kind of stress attack. I wanted to puke, could not stand up, my belly started to itch. The stress? It came because we have only 44 days to be in Bolivia, and for every day that gets lots I miss an oppotunity of do whatever I want to. We got a hotel and transport at around 00.30. I was by then with the airport doctor, getting pills for my stress and the (unknown) skin-allergy that I've developed on my belly. We were at the hotell after 01.30 in the morning and we had not eaten much. We were supposed to be on our way to La Paz but instead we were arriving at a hotel. We went out to buy some hamburgers, ate it and slept. I could not even keep my eyes opened during the taxi-trip to the hotel. I was so tired of everything. My mother got a call in the morning and we got to know that the bags are in Asuncion and that they will arrive in Santa Cruz today in the evening. We have to go out to make some calls, I need (not exaclty need...more want) to buy (my fave) shoes, eat something, decide what we will do now that we have some idea of when they will arrive to Bolivia. A complete day is already lost.
I should go up to our room now. I'll keep you updated on what happens.
Don't miss me too much. /// Mizz Martínez
I am glad you made it safe and sound
By ripp2002, # 18. June 2008, 16:46:39
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 16:49:02
By ripp2002, # 18. June 2008, 16:49:52
I haven't been looking
Maybe she was trying to be polite. As I understand it, if you don't know a woman's marital status, etiquette dictates you refer to them as "Mrs".
I don't know why she didn't say "Miss" or "Mizz (as in Mizz Martínez
Things should get better now, right?
By Moesring, # 18. June 2008, 16:51:08
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 16:54:17
By Dacotah, # 18. June 2008, 17:03:16
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 17:13:04
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 17:13:24
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 17:14:56
By Dacotah, # 18. June 2008, 17:16:25
How is everything in your life?
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 17:16:26
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 17:17:59
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 17:31:16
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 17:34:07
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 17:38:44
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 17:40:38
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 17:43:57
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 17:47:18
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 18:29:08
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 18:32:08
By MizzMartinez, # 18. June 2008, 18:44:28
By dragon_harrower, # 18. June 2008, 18:48:25
By artworld.com, # 18. June 2008, 19:38:58
By artworld.com, # 18. June 2008, 19:41:25
By gdare, # 18. June 2008, 19:50:36
By jrd2498, # 18. June 2008, 20:07:11
By Cois, # 18. June 2008, 21:44:44
By qlue, # 19. June 2008, 02:49:23
By Olgita, # 19. June 2008, 05:24:33
I hate long trips myself,
having all the ordeal on the top of it it is not fair!
I hope the beginning of the trip to be forgotten by some awesome time during your stay!!!
Come home safe!
By ellinidata, # 19. June 2008, 10:59:25
A new post is soon coming up!
By MizzMartinez, # 21. June 2008, 15:54:55
looking forward to it!
hugs!
By ellinidata, # 21. June 2008, 16:15:46
I'm looking forward to listening to this song! Hehehe
So, the seats of São Paulo's airport is not so good?
I hope you can find a friend to come here
By decaspecht, # 21. June 2008, 20:03:12
You wont be able to listen to the song anymore Andre...It was in my mobile!
By MizzMartinez, # 27. June 2008, 22:17:24
By decaspecht, # 27. June 2008, 22:20:18
By MizzMartinez, # 30. June 2008, 14:46:10
By decaspecht, # 30. June 2008, 15:14:59
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What man proposes, God disposes.
By qlue, # 1. July 2008, 07:23:22
By decaspecht, # 1. July 2008, 15:14:09
It's not Sao Paolo! It's "São Paulo".
By Cyro, # 7. July 2008, 20:45:38
And what about the accent of English men?? its soo nice!! i like it so much more than the American (meaning the continent) accent.
By yomeriux, # 8. July 2008, 13:21:59
I like the English accent much MUCH more than the American one!
By MizzMartinez, # 8. July 2008, 14:23:34
By yomeriux, # 8. July 2008, 23:13:03
By jrd2498, # 12. July 2008, 23:30:36
By ripp2002, # 13. July 2008, 19:00:28
By dragon_harrower, # 13. July 2008, 19:04:24
By ripp2002, # 13. July 2008, 19:16:29
By dragon_harrower, # 13. July 2008, 19:19:19
I will be honest; I cannot understand any of the accents from people outside America
By ripp2002, # 13. July 2008, 19:26:00
By qlue, # 13. July 2008, 19:34:00