My trip to Australia has landed me in Amsterdam airport for the night. Our plane was delayed out of Helsinki and I missed the connection so now I need to bunk down in AMS for the night as I have been rescheduled to go at 13 tomorrow. Now in fairness, I am rescheduled on Cathay Pacific and not my original China Dodgy airlines so maybe all is not lost.
The airport is like a post apocalyptic movie. We walked through the airport, being told where they may be salvation (read: a place to sleep) and we saw people sleeping wherever they could, on any flat surface. All the shops are closed and its like things are turning desperate. I saw one Italian guy eyeing off the coffee stand and I think by 3am he may attempt a break in to make himself a latte.
I couldnt find the sleeping place at first so I walked around and found a small kiosk where I could purchase: 1) sushi and 2) 4 leffe tripels. I figure this will get me through the night and atleast make things fun. Interesting side note: 8.5% beer is now the norm for me, when I drink regular stuff it has no effect, or rather, it has to be drunk in much larger quanitities. Like say last friday night in Möku, but I digress.
So as I eaty the last bits of my california roll I am left to ponder why I am here and why I dont seem to mind. When we had the original delay in Helsinki I had a zen moment of accepting my fate. I could do nothing to change it, so why freak out. It was always going to take hours upon hours to get home, whats a few more?
As with any good apocalyptic scene, it has become a desperate grab for resources. The main ones are comfortable sitting places. Of which I have one. Secondly, some have noticed I have ready supplies of quality beer and I believe at any moment they may make an advance upon me. I will do my utmost best to fortify my position and hold off the marauders. The Leffe’s are all mine.
