I walked around Milan today to kill time before my flight back to UK. People had told me that Milan is the Canberra of Italy ie. boring. And they were right, apart from the bits and pieces of the ancient city dating back to the 3rd century. But after Venice, Milan felt more like a city designed by Ikea.
What impressed me the most about Milan (apart from the sexy mannequins) was how stylish the McDonalds restaurants were. Even the burgers looked tempting, with the foccacia buns and provolone/mozzarella toppings.
That’s pretty much all I got from Milan. I will probably never be back again.
My flight with Ryanair was the same pain in the ass, as expected. Somehow, they have perfected the ability to make their customers feel like they are about to be shipped to a concentration camp to be tortured and maimed.
The Ryanair attendant this time bleated on about how everyone was noisy and needed to keep it down. I was waiting for her to say that she was going to turn this plane around because we have all been very naughty. I reckon they should sell “priority talking” vouchers where if you pay €5 you’re allowed to be noisy. Or even better, have in-flight games to keep us occupied like musical chairs or karaoke or dance-offs.