Non descript eggy cheesy sandwich thing was not the best breakfast ever,but I suppose if you have to prepare it a day in advance and keep it warm for thirteen hours in the back of a plane that’s as good as it gets. I don’t like flying, you might have guessed, but it is a means to an end.
Quarter past nine we arrive at Schipol. Then we need to go through security again. I have never understood why after all the security we have gone through we have to go through more when we get off the plane.
After me telling everyone how great this airport is, it looks like it has changed for the worse. The Asian restaurant requires a mortgage just for one course and our favourite coffee bar is no more.
We found The Rijks Museum. It has moved but still the same quality in the shop and an exhibition of women in art. One painter at the time of Van Gogh was selling her still lives for fantastic amounts.
I also found Murphy’s bar but it is shut. No opening date. We stopped for a rest on the D wing as I sat there a whole host of Japanese passed hazmat suits face masks gloves shields. While face masks are to be worn here, I think this is a bit over the top.
Now my phone is dead. My charger is in the case so not accessible and even if it was I can’t plug it in here. So I invest in a new one. There is a place called travel electronics. I go in and ask for a Samsung charger, it cost me 25 euro. I figure it is OK as I can use it any time I am on the continent. I tried it for fit before I left. In Starbucks I can plug it in. Then I find it is not a fast charger. Still I use it again at the gate while we wait and my phone is over 60% by the time we fly.
All goes well at Manchester and we are soon home. Today was our wedding anniversary.We have to make do with Fish and Chips from The Yew Tree takeaway. Maybe not the finest Anniversary. Meal ever but one I will remember long into the futute.