My flight landed in Ancona at 1205 hours. Reluctantly as was instructed I went to the SIXT terminal to get a rented car. I was reluctant for the sole reason that last time in Milan I was denied a rented car from HERTZ because I was carrying an Indian Driving Licence !!!(although the only requirement to drive a vehicle without holding a residency in that country for not more than three months in almost any EU country is to have a valid driving licence written in English or that country’s official language). This in spite of the fact that I had my company’s HERTZ credit card and the fact that I have already driven in many EU countries as well as in the USA. Anyway, this time around they happily rented me a car – a Honda Jazz. I am not a Honda fan but I was so happy at that time to get a rented car in the first place I didn’t bargain for a better car. But given its 2006 make and it being automatic which I prefer, I don’t have any gripes.
Anyhow, just as I was out of the airport I faced quite an embarrassing situation. As soon as I entered the expressway I saw the toll booth fairly common in Italy. As usual I avoided the “TELEPASS/ViaCard (I think that’s what they call)” lane and proceeded towards “Cash” lane which was empty with no vehicles around. I quickly drove upto the booth but was surprised to find no one inside. It was practically a zugzwang situation for me for I was supposed to do something but had no idea what. Should I turn back immediately? Or should I wait for someone? Luckily for almost one minute (it felt like an hour in that situation) no vehicle came behind me and yelled, instead an officer started shouting from his office from the other side in Italian…. Even though it was inaudible I understood that he was hinting me at pulling the tag to open the barricade. I - a moron - then remembered the system here in Italy and immediately did so and proceeded cursing myself for being such a dolt. But now when I give it a second thought I think it wasn't really so stupid of me. Actually that booth never looked like an automatic one I was familiar with. It was a makeshift. Nevertheless, I moved on trying to forget it all and relax and enjoy the weather. But with those crazy Italian drivers it was impossible to maintain ones composure. Somebody told me once: more you move south in Italy, worse will be the traffic, better will be the cuisine, and more will be the crime. True to that I faced all sorts of frantic drivers who don’t have a moment’s patience. Add to that the fading/missing lane markings and traffic signs posted without sense made my trip an unforgettable one. I even once turned right instead of going straight after confusing the “keep right” sign to “compulsory right turn” because of the angle of the white arrow!! Anyhow I managed to reach Senigallia safe and sound.
Senigallia is a nice place. Even though I couldn’t explore the city as much as I would have liked to, I did manage to see it’s picturesque and never-ending beaches. Alas, my trip was a short one and I had to return to Ancona for my return flight, but here also I was in for a surprise. Guess what!! I was told that Germany in no more a schengen country during the world cup tenure (I have a schengen visa which normally permits one to visit most of the EU countries under schengen law without any passport checks etc). But after long discussions they gave me the boarding cards and loads of advices, warnings,……. It turned out to be a damp squib. Nothing happened. No passport check. Nothing. The plane landed smoothly and left the tarmac towards the domestic arrival hall. And now I am here at Lufthansa lounge in Münich waiting for my connecting in-land flight and simultaneously trying to connect to the internet which apparently after a brief free stint is now payable :(