November 2, 2025
From the Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, instead of getting a taxi or an Uber ride, we took the train to Breda.
Jay and another colleague, Ronald, will be working there for about 2 weeks. Another coworker, Carlo, will also follow a week after.
We chose the direct trip, but at the station in Rotterdam (about halfway to our destination), we were told to get down and move to the first carriage.
We were all confused within that carriage, but eventually disembarked, and we observed that the passengers in front of us began to run.
Hauling our luggage, we sprinted.
Sadly, all of us didn't make it.
A few men were angry and asked for an explanation from the staff in the station. Their frustration was palpable as they demanded answers.
The lady staff was infuriated when asked by the group of men. She said that she announced the transfer before the train reached Rotterdam.
She also added that she announced it in many languages. In fact, she knew so many of them--- Dutch, Spanish, English, German, you name it!
We weren't mad. We were just so confused.
The train moved, but the carriage we came down from didn't.
The long train was cut into two, and a few carriages detached from the rest, and the first few continued their travel straight to Breda...
...without us.
