The Longest 48 Hours
June 15, 2007
I don’t think I’ve spent a longer 48 hours worrying and feeling so discomfited. Charles De Gaulle Airport now leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
The positive of the flight delay was the chance to catch Amsterdam “cyclocity” yet again for a day, now in full rainy weather and several brief moments of dry, sunny spells, it is as pretty (and liberal!) as I remembered.
Did not cover much on foot as I did rather extensively those years ago, but came across several interesting sights:
But with a throat infection and a slight fever, perhaps getting out of the drizzle was the best idea, and thus I made my way to the airport way too early for my own good), thinking of finding a quiet corner to catch a few winks.
It was nearing boarding time when I realised that the flight was yet again delayed another 2 hours because of the foul weather across Europe.
And then it was a blessed/cursed 12 hours on board, and knew I was home when I nearly suffocated in the humid air.
So that’s it, folks, and thank you for following all the way to the end of a rather eventful 14 (+ 1) days.
