There was a long snake of people at the customs barrier wanting to beat the 7 pm start of strike action. Nothing for it but to put on a poker face and let my mind wander. Several trips around the universe later I reached the head. Thought is so much faster than life.
At Abu Dhabi we got one of the new terminals instead of the old circular one. There were queues too, for the toilets and departure lounges. Capacity planning fail for the booming tourism traffic.
A couple of girls in departure wore neck scarves. Dead giveaway that they were Dutch and headed for Amsterdam too. Scarves are essential in a windy country.
A tail wind got us into Schiphol ahead of schedule. Getting cash out of an ATM and buying a transport smartcard went like clockwork. Before I could catch my breath I was on the bus headed for Haarlem. It's nice to be in a country when things just work.
I had to kill some time before my friend got back from work so I had a snack of a broodje met worst from HEMA and a kroket from a Febo automat, for nostalgia.
The muted greens of the Dutch landscape and the autumn cool filled my veins with calm. A long anticipated repose after 24 hours of travel.
A couple of girls in departure wore neck scarves. Dead giveaway that they were Dutch and headed for Amsterdam too. Scarves are essential in a windy country.
I had to kill some time before my friend got back from work so I had a snack of a broodje met worst from HEMA and a kroket from a Febo automat, for nostalgia.
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