Oh my god, this is really the last time I get a stupidly early fllight. My easyjet flight was supposed to leave at 6:10AM so of course in the not-yet-so-european-frequent-flyer attitude I adopt at these times, I decide to try to get there early enough so I don’t have to go through the embarrassment of having my name called out 10 times over the microphone (something that a passenger going to Ibiza obviously didn’t have a problem with). So I went out for a drink and indian food with some of my favorite people in London and then proceeded back home to keep working on some CSS and finish packing, as one does at midnight on a tuesday evening : ) At 3:30 I got a taxi company to send a car that could have been the end of me… some guy looking like he had either just woken up or been out drinking pulled over in an unidentified black BMW, disheveled, with a thick east-european accent. I thought to myself, “better text Richard” so that if i get diced and thrown at the back of the car, he can proudly show the policemen his phone and say “look she texted me on her way out”…sigh… technology is useless sometimes : )
Anyway, I leave the taxi from hell behind at Gatwick airport and cue up forever at the Esyjet counter… this was the first time where I saw that they didn’t even have dedicated lanes for specific flights, it really is the McDonald’s of air travel. As usual I had extra luggage and had to dig deep down into pockets to find the remaining pounds i owned… then off to wait for yet another delayed flight… a oversized italian bus, that’s what that airline is like! We were delayed because a woman in a nearby Air Nigeria flight gave birth in the plane and they didn’t want anyone i the vicinity to take off… cute. I wonder if the baby is nigerian because of this?
After a fairly quick flight I get to Schipol and get my heavy luggage, but of course, to make this trip extra special, I had to get into the wrong train and end up in the middle of nowhere (ie Utrecht)… where I had to carry my luggage up and down stairs several times before figuring out which platform to take to Amsterdam Centraal… arriving there an hour later than planned, I got into a cab to my new apartment and of course he didn’t know the street… arghh. I think ill hitchhike next time, it’s simply not my time for travelling… good thing I’m in Amsterdam for a month at least. I need coffee…