I am here, and settling into life in Norway- thank god.
Traveling is grueling no matter what; taking planes across the ocean is draining on the best of days- but my journey saw me on three planes, in three airports- waiting for a total of eight hours, two in Vancouver and six in Amsterdam. Which would have been fine, but I was lugging around a computer, duty free liquor weighing no less than 20 lbs AND my purse.
I was cursing my computer the whole time because it was completely and utterly useless to me on the journey, as EVERY. SINGLE. AIRPORT was without free wireless- ah, the perils of no credit card. And I cannot be certain whether it was the short hair- contrasted against the long braids in my passport picture- my red sleepy eyes or the fact that my scent preceded me- another peril of long journeys- but I was “randomly” selected, not once, not twice but three times for a routine pat down- the last round being the most intimate; but you won’t catch me complaining as it is probably the only action I will see while I’m here. Thanks for the love customs;)
And as if that wasn’t enough, the airline lost my luggage, which I was told- after the fact- is a part of the deal when flying KLM out of Amsterdam. But they did give me a “care package” with a flimsy brush, a toothbrush and an XXL men’s t-shirt; thanks KLM (said with complete and utter sarcasm).
But despite it all- the long delays, the 40lb carry-on, the frisky security and the lost luggage- I’m here!
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