So I arrived in Italy courtesy of the world’s worst airline last night at 10 pm. I was staying at a nearby hotel, but it’s proximity really upset the taxi driver who had been waiting for 3 hours for a fare into Milano (45 km away) rather than a quick 2 minute ride.
He was visibly, demonstrably upset and kept making gestures with his hands pointing to heaven. He charged me well over the odds (he didn’t put the meter on) and then charged an extra 5 Euros for a receipt, but still wouldn’t shut up.
This morning I was picked up for a 3 hr drive to Piedmont. Piedmont is beautiful, with its rolling hills and hilltop villages. It’s a shame I am not seeing much of it on this trip.
We arrived in Pollenzo (pictured above) at lunchtime, and had a quick two-course meal washed down with a jug of juicy Dolcetto (bill for 2 = Euro 22), and then went to the meeting venue only to find that the time had been randomly changed from 3 pm to 4.30 pm. It’s a good job I’m talking first, because we have to leave by 5.30 pm to get back to Bergamo airport.