Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
Loren: According to my journal, I had a panic attack after visiting the Amsterdam "Centraal" train station.
It all started like this:
I took the tram to the train station by myself after breakfast.
Since we were headed to Brugge in the morning, I wanted to buy tickets and check out the logistics of getting on the train. Simple enough, right? I went to the information booth to find out about having a ramp available at the platform. Dina would need a ramp to board the train. I was told to go to the ticketing area and ask there.
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| Amsterdam Centraal |
Picture this: It's Sunday afternoon in what is probably the biggest train station in Holland(which, to add to the confusion, is undergoing a major reconstruction project). Day-trippers by the hundreds heading for home, lines are everywhere. Ticket machines, in all colors and styles, are also everywhere. Ticket agent booths are the same. Official looking people in various colored uniforms are trying to direct customers to the right area. There are Hi-Speed trains, local trains, trains of various countries, all with their own ticket booths and salespeople. Where do I go? Who do I ask? I spot a young couple talking to a ticket agent. Aha! no line! I stand behind them for 10 minutes. When they finally leave, the agent asks if I have a number. Arrrgghhh!! I go and take a number, but I don't even know if it's the right railroad!
More later.....
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