6:45 a.m. I'm sitting on the plane to carry me from Amsterdam to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bin my first week of vacation since I arrived in Abu Dhabi. Tonight, on the way Abu Dhabi - Amsterdam, I went back to check: the airline food smells like ass. It notes when you say to your neighbor would "meat or vegetable?" , he says "vegetable" , and give you a tray with a kind of sandwich which, again, smells like ass. Then it's up to you, and say with a smile to me this shit do not put me : "meat, please!" ... and you get another tray with another sandwich different, that no plant handwritten on paper ... but with the same smell of ass. But do not assume that the two snacks are different? If one smells like ass, the other should smell ... I is, to something else, but not ass. At least not the same ass.
And that was my dinner. Then do as you sleep, watch a movie, and wait for the breakfast (which, incidentally, I do not think it takes to say what smelled). And so, as those who do not want the thing, we have come to Amsterdam. No delays or setbacks. And this time I have not had to check in in the intermediate airport, so I uploaded content and happy on the plane that would take me to Barcelona. At the moment the plan was coming to perfection: "For when you call saying I'm already in Amsterdam, it really will be in Barcelona. And hour and a half: surprise, surprise!"
But my surprise I've taken. I, and all passengers. It has a little light on the warning and have to look at the engine maintenance costs. From time to wait between 45 minutes to 1 hour ... you'll see how I end up screwing up the triumphal entry into the Vedruna ... Of course, to hear the captain giving an explanation, I thought of Spanair and its small light warning last August . To reassure us, we were presented with a great breakfast on account of KLM. No please! More ass no!
7:35 a.m. Luckily, the hostess appeared with biscuits and zumito multifruit. Well, very natural and complete is not, but at least it smells like you have to smell, to cookies and juice. It is curious that for us not to worry and hysteria among us, we bribe with food ... is that a full stomach (so to speak) are more optimistic. Or the satisfaction of feeling human stupidly compensated - even symbolically - for the delay, bypasses all the other feelings. I guess if insists on fixing it, is that the fault is not serious. If not, we would remove the plane and give us a place on the next flight the 09:00. You better keep your mind occupied on other things.
2 months since I went to Abu Dhabi. 2 months telling "if tomorrow the connection will allow me, I write something . 2 months when the connection is permitted, said "good morning" . And finally, come home for a week. What tin dish I have to eat pork. If I guess the ham croquettes I hope tonight with grilled chorizo \u200b\u200band I miss the smell of ass dinner and breakfast. That there (in Abu Dhabi) do not eat badly. So they have assumed that living on immigrant labor (total, if we are only 80% of the population) who have it all filled with restaurants of all types of food (usually type Fast food , course). Go to Carreful and products are harder to find the locals. The corridors are filled with products from outside for everyone to feel at home. I've even seen nougat The Almond ! But that only make you feel at home, makes you miss yours. Especially those big eyes when they recall that soon we shall see face to face, shine so strong that dazzle. Buff! the desire I have to get home ...
8:30 a.m. Sunrise in Amsterdam, and I put on a plane that off. I'm running more endless than 8 hours a night flight! I just hope that if we wait more time, let us down to eat at the airport. I do not hear us over the loudspeaker announced that due to delay and to compensate us, we will serve delicious food with the smell of ass. In addition, the flight of 9 no longer we take it. So to expect encased in the plane, best hope at a diner.
9:30 a.m. finally have surrendered. After telling scare all "will take about 20 minutes, the technicians have to go to the hangar to pick up the missing pieces to fix the damaged engine" have decided to stop making jerk and cancel the flight. They could have surrendered earlier and would have been able to catch the flight of 9 ... but no, now wait until 12 (the lucky ones), the 2 (the middle), or 4 (the most Scoundrels).
After the race through the corridors of the airport, I have had to be in the middle of those 2 in the afternoon. So now to waste time at the airport.
12:05 AM I'm bored. I have eaten (thanks to the generous gift voucher of 10 € for KLM ) a kroketa (which have original way to call the Dutch croquettes) and a glass of rioja (hence the nostalgia). Then I come to the door of the aircraft from 12, to see if we are lucky and some no-show and is a seat. But nothing, I have left. They had 2 empty seats (they were calling over loudspeakers for passengers missing), but I have not given enough pity. What a dream for the love of 2! This no longer is just unbearable. I'm leaving a brown paste, but does not work. Now I begin to understand Tom Hanks in The Terminal, and why I've only been here a week ...
14:30 AM Again, I'm sitting on the plane to carry me from Amsterdam to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bin my first week of vacation since I arrived in Abu Dhabi. This time. This really works. 1 hour and a 15 minutes of flight, and I'll be in Barcelona. Finally this trip is over, but I'm trembling at the thought of return.
The smiling flight attendant asks me what I want to drink, while I get 2 / 2 sandwich with to train my 5 senses: The first, called truffle, I egg suspect lettuce and a sauce, I notice a touch greasy, I hear nothing to bite, and I know anything but egg with lettuce. In the second, entitled chorizo \u200b\u200b , I see clearly sausage, I notice dry, when you bite I hear it creak a bit (by the way bimbo squeals dry bread) and I know plastic with sandpaper. As for the smell, both smell the same: to ass.
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