Долгий и утомительный путь до Любляны начался в...

The long and tiring journey to Ljubljana began at 6.00 from the minibus to Laapeeenranta, whose airport, thanks to the airline RyanAir, has long been called Pulkovo-3. The service on the website of the carrier company was called "transfer from address to airport." After crossing the Russian-Finnish border (be it wrong), it turned out that half of the minibus passengers are not interested in a flight to Italy at all, but rather shopping in shitty frontier shops. To the indignation of those departing, the driver replied that there was nothing to do at the airport. So here - nothing and that's it. I had to put up and wander with a dull look between the shelves with red fish and fairies. After an hour and a half of this bazaar, we still arrived at the airport. More precisely, to the “airport”, because outwardly this wonderful building is more like some kind of rural store in the Vologda Oblast. One floor, 2 registration windows, a full mess, a cramped waiting room and a cafe ala school canteen. But, looking at the departures board, everything fell into place - in normal airports it indicated directions 50 for the next three and a half minutes, here it was only two - attention - for the whole day! Bergamo at 11.10 and Dusseldorf at 20 with something. And we also complained about the Ashgabat airport - there was at least a carpet store there. The flight was disgusting (in comparison with all the past) - the previous flight arrived 20 minutes before the time of our departure, all passengers were quickly kicked out of the plane; right there, while he was being refueled, cleaned, and what else they usually do with him, they drove us inside. Stewardesses scurry around, stuff luggage anywhere, everyone is pushing. And this is taking into account the fact that only recently the place began to be indicated on tickets - before, everyone sat down where they were free. The entire safety briefing was also fussy, already during the movement. As you might guess, this whole thing is only with hand luggage, without food or even drinks. But throughout the flight, the flight attendants ran back and forth, offering to buy something for money, and for very big ones. And now, friends, the main thing is the ticket price. 27 €! Even with today's inadequate course, it’s a penny! From one end of Europe to the other! From slush to heat! Yes, for that kind of money they’re not supposed to feed passengers, it’s also strange that the ship’s commander does not go into the cabin and does not spit in everyone’s face, calling him a rogue. So everything went just fine! And you want service, haute cuisine, expensive champagne - the first class of Emirates is ready to provide you all this. Once a thousand more. Meanwhile, I land in Bergamo - almost Milan.

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