Todays 4 hour stop over in Amsterdam is brought to you by these two great exports from dutchland
The second not really being an "export" technically but hester sure does try.
And what do you get when you combine the two (beside laughing uncontrollably at the name "cockpit")?
After having some of Amsterdam’s finest I am led to believe that you find yourself standing in the middle of the runway where the planes suddenly develop big smiley faces and welcome you to "the friendly skies". At the same time ground staff stand around scratching their heads as to how seemingly normal aircraft have suddenly developed personalities and wonder if they will ever take off with all that damn chit chat! And when did the french start getting high anyway? Now the plane is demanding a tanker of Bordeaux’s finest instead. Damn the french, damn them and their talking planes.
Now pass me another cookie please.