Sunday 30/12/2012:

9:00: two minutes of very intense rain

9:15: is this sixth Christmas Day? Or -1 New Year’s Eve? Or New Year’s Eve Eve?

9:30: anyway, I’m traveling back to Zurich today, in the evening. Maybe 2nd moving day?

11:00: there is an iPhone-shaped hole in my pant pocket. I don’t mean my wallet, I mean actual holes from wear and tear.

14:00: what the heck, after visiting Leiden, Amsterdam, Wageningen, Rotterdam why not a quick visit to The Hague.

16:00: packing my stuff

17:30: early dinner

18:00: did I really pack my passport?

18:05: did I really pack my iPad charger?

18:10: I’m a bit of a nervous traveller. Not as bad as it used to be though…

18:15: did I really pack my keys?

18:45: at the airport

18:50: glad to be a bit early, massive queue for checking in luggage.

19:15: queue for security is luckily shorter

19:30: which booze to buy?

19:45: last time I was at the airport a lady was looking at a broken floor tile. Four weeks later it is still clearly marked as broken.

20:00: am I really at the correct gate? So many tv-screens, such a lack of information

20:15: the stupid hairdo of the guy sitting in front of me tells me this is the right gate. Why is Grease (the movie) hairstyle fashionable in Switzerland?

20:25: time to board the plane

20:30: how difficult is it to find the correct seat?

20:45: if the guy next to me takes off his jacket we would both have more space

20:50: oh great, a delay

21:00: haha, the inflight map (which still positions us at the gate) places Tripoli near Beirut. Apparently, there is a small village with that name there. I do hope that they fly me to the correct Zurich (i.e. not the small town in the northern part of the Netherlands).

21:20: in the air

21:30: aren’t waffles Belgian national food? What do they do on a KLM airplane?

21:50: hello Luxembourg

21:52: bye Luxembourg

22:00: if the flight track on the monitors is to be believed the pilot is drunk.

22:15: final approach. Just to make clear, I’m not live-typing this

22:25: plane is parked on platform, have to use busses to go to gate.

22:40: almost have to run to pick up my luggage from the baggage belt. What a difference with last week. Not even time to go to the bathroom.

22:55: in tram home.

23:00: texting my parents that I arrived safely, but statistically the trip from the airport to home is more dangerous than the flight. Should I wait until I’m home?

23:05: oops, I left my Dutch (second) cell phone on during the flight and my iPad was not on flight-mode.

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