And so, The Jared arose early that morn, and Feasted and Bathed and made those final preparations required for his travels. And then he travelled to the outskirts of the city of Edinburgh, where he boarded plane to the Netherlands, and also fell in love with self-serve baggage check-in. seriously, I am onto my 10th Trans-At and I've never had a quicker check-in. It was brilliant...
Airport security less so, possibly on accounts of the necklace, pendant, and bolo I was wearing, the cloak over the trenchcoat over the jacket and the fact that boots, belt and sporran had to go through the scanners... but that worked out fine, and the flight was quick and smooth before I landed in Schipol in Amsterdam.
The place is Massive.
I got lost looking for my gate
I got lost looking for the toilets
I got lost returning to my gate
and then I decided not to risk looking for food and instead to wolf down a large slice of the Christmas Cake I had taken with me...
Now I be waiting for my flight to begin boarding, in half an hours time...
May Farmognudr, Maker Of Journeys ward over me.
(He'd better, I cannae give Him the Ale he's been promised if I drop out of the sky.)
That's another thing I forgot to mention last night. Got on my plane from Amsterdam and the first thing I see is Mjolnir around someone's neck... Double-took.
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