Part 3, the journey home, from Arnhem to Schipol.
We left the ground and went over to the bus stop, waited there for a few minutes until someone pointed out that the next bus wasn't due for another 30mins and judging by the amount of people there were around there was no guarentee we'd even fit on it! So we decided to hope for the best and walked it, twas a nice walk and there were alot of England fans also making the same walk, over the river and into the center, after all the different time estimates people had given us it took us 25mins to walk back, though it was a very fast walk!
So knackered after the long walk and we made it to the station, up the flights of stairs, found the platform and down the stairs to the platform, the screen intimated the train was due in 10mins or so we got a cold drink (as it was fooking hot).
Then the display on our platform just went blank and we heard a garbled message on the loudspeakers that we picked out "Amshterdaam" on, normally the repeat this in English, but despite the platform been full of us English they decided not to.
After 5 mins and still no more information we made our way back up the stairs to find there was a 55 minute delay to our train, and it was the only one going to Amsterdam! Apparently in-between Arnhem and Utrecht someone (who must of seen the penalty miss) decided to make us feel at home and give us a nice train delay!
So the only way back to where the majority were staying was to catch another train which went to Den Bosh, then change there and head to Utrecht, and change again there to get to Schipol/Amsterdam!
With no option we boarded the train which just seemed to go on for ever and a day! We went through Nijmegen when Debz humoured us all with how the bridge there looked like the one in London, or is it Sydney, no Melbourne, no she did mean Sydney, then also commenting how a small Ferris wheel was like the London Eye and asked if the thing floating in the water was a boat!
Anyway, after what seemed like an absolute eternity we made it to Den Bosh, when we saw on the platform we were told there was a train boarding, so put simply, we f&cking legged it! and just made it but could only find seats in the 1st class sections. Which was no problem until the conductor came round and warned other passengers to move, so we again, f&cking legged it down the train...but we were only trying to find 2nd class...of which we struggled to do as we were right down at the end of the train!
Anyway, eventually we made it back to Utrecht where we left Pete and changed trains in order to get to Schipol...which we had a 30min wait for, and subsequently JUST missed our hotel shuttle, which meant we had to pay 25euros for 3min taxi journey...during the day there always late which annoys you, but when you want it to be late...its on time.
Well, we made it back in one piece, bring on Italy on thursday...
See ya
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