Travel day - I hate buses

Final day in Florence followed by the WORST day of travel in my travel history. Lemme set the scene and continue to tell the full story.

- Started off with some rav - not as good as the stuff I made from scratch, say no more.
- Headed off to the train station to store our luggage before another day of playing tourist. Train station was a mess, they decide to do a nationwide strike the day before the ACTUAL strike day 🙄🙄 trains are down station closes.
- Spent £70 ($140nzd) to store out luggage somewhere bc out new overnight/9 bus didn't leave until 11pm that night!
- Said bus didn't arrive until 00:30 = late = not surprised.
- 2 hours into the trip the bus literally pulls into a parking lot and sits for an hour with no explanation. Slowly, the whispers reached my seat and turns out the bus is broken and they're not sending a replacement... so here we are...middle of nowhere...with no ride.
- Anyways, booked another bus pending arrival at 3:20 so allgood.
- Bus doesn't arrive until 4:40. Then followed the wildest ride of my life, old mate thought he was in Tokyo drift or something!
- Finally arrived at our stop and the freakin connecting bus left 10 BLOODY minutes EARLY!!! So naturally we missed it.

Anyways, pic of me sleeping on the airport floor feeling sorry for myself! Bring on BerlinBaca lagi