Gatwick

We're sitting here in the food court at Gatwick Airport waiting for our flight to Cologne. We're finally realizing why all the airlines in London advertise their move to Heathrow from Gatwick. Gatwick has to be the most inefficient airport ever.

First of all, the Easyjet queues to check in were less line and more blob. And apparently computer problems run rampant.

Second, the Gate system is just plain stupid. From where we are, it takes 20 minutes to get to any gate. They close the gate 20 minutes before boarding. It is currently 45 minutes before our flight, and they still have not posted which gate our flight is flying out from.

In any case. Daniel is searching for tea.

So, where did we leave you off last time. Ahh, I think Florence.

We left Florence the morning after our last long blog, and took a train to Venice. We didn't stay long in Venice (about 20 minutes). All we did was pick up our rental car from Avis, and drove out of the city - north along the coast to Trieste.

The drive took most of the afternoon, but was very pretty. We stopped by this little roadside diner and got some sandwiches and tea, and a really good lemon tart. After the really good lemon tart, we incurred injury #5...Daniel smashed his head in the toilette.

After driving though a thunderstorm, we reached Trieste near evening, and watched the sun set over the ocean, over a plate of pizza with a raw egg cracked over the top. We'll post pictures of this later. Our goal was to reach the town of Rijeka right inside the Croatia border that night. We drove through Slovenia to get there. Slovenia we will come back to later.

We reached Rijeka pretty late that night, and checked into our hotel. The lobby looked like a hail-back to the Communist regime. But the rooms were comfortable enough (though we found a couple of bug bites on Daniel's back)

We're going to look for our airplane now. The Gate system is still not showing which gate we're leaving from.