I studied abroad in the Netherlands 2 years ago. The day I was moving back, I was up at 5:30 ish to pack up last minute toiletries, eat breakfast, etc., and caught the 6:30 bus. I walked maybe half a mile dragging my huge suitcase, plus two backpacks, in the rain, and the bus of course was several minutes late. At the bus-to-train transfer station, I had to drag all my sh** up a flight of stairs, across the railway, and down a flight of stairs (a nice man kindly carried my big suitcase up the stairs, though, woo!). The stairs were designed for heavy outdoor use, so was the thick metal stabby kind of steps, which chewed the wheels off my suitcase - oh well, last day, not a big deal if it drags instead of rolls now.
Half way to the airport, something happened to one of the lines, so we had to catch a new train instead of just staying on the current one. So then I find a new platform and wait 20 minutes for that train. Catch the new train; get off at a station well north of the airport, go up 3 or 4 flights of stairs outdoors where it's still raining and there wasn't always a roof to catch another train. Turns out that wasn't the correct train - go back down a flight to a different platform. A bunch of us are travelling to the airport for a trip, so we're loaded with luggage, and we don't always speak the same language, so it was very interesting trying to crowd-source the proper train to catch (the first conductor mistakenly directed us to the fourth level platform, but THAT conductor got us sorted). Since so many of us were rerouted, the trains are jammed with regular commuters as well as more travelers with suitcases, so it's nice and hot in the train, I have no idea where I am, and my shoulders are burning from my backpack (2 laptops, what was I thinking??).
Ultimately, I was soaked for ~2.5 hours (should have < 1 hour) of transit (eventually dried out while sitting at my gate), and saw some more countryside, from what should have been a very simple trip back to the airport. It was definitely the worst travelling experience I had in the country, which was and still is hilarious to me. It had started raining the night before (I went to a friend's house for dinner) and I biked back in the rain and it just never stopped.