Not as sexy, high or cool as it sounds.

The Sydney Morning Herald reports “Europe trapped in deep freeze”. Everywhere in Europe that is, except the typically cold parts, like the Nordics. My plane was delayed arriving in Amsterdam by a mechanic fault but it has left me stuck in the middle of a continent which is unable to cope with a light powdering of snow. Even Estonia does better than this guys.

So now my best hope is at 21:25 tonight when I may be able to get on the same flight I missed yesterday. Cathay Pacific was a crock and I stood in6 different lines for most of the day. It could have been an authentic Soviet experience except there wasn’t a stale half a loaf of bread waiting for me at the end. There was one line which I felt, only existed to put you at the end of another line.

I am on standby for the flight so I am now further into the airport, behind the passport control and it is truly a gift that I worked out how to cheat the “1 hour limit” on the internet otherwise I would have gone mad. I slept in the terminal last night, just like Tom Hanks in that movie “when harry met sally”. Without the starbucks. I actually slept under a desk, the floor was cold but it was flat. Warm, bent or cold and flat. You choose at 2am at Amsterdam airport. Still I was doing better than this lady from last night.

The basic survival instincts are kicking in. My phone is running out of battery so I’ll do a survey of the area looking for anyone else with a Nokia and see what I have to barter with them for use of their charger. Maybe I can share my secret of free internet, that’s got to worth something in this “dog eat overpriced hamburger” world right?

Oh and if I make it to Sydney, I should be thankful. There’s little chance of my bag arriving on time. I have mum’s gift with my hang luggage but dad may be out of luck. Along with my undies.

Thanks for listening to my endless ramble as I am bored out of my brain in this airport. To prove I am alive and well, here is a low resolution, easily doctored photo of me.