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April 23, 2000
So I embark on my way back to the airport. It's 1AM local time and I've got to catch a flight at around 3AM. Ahmed (the regular taxi guy) picks me up in an Isuzu Rodeo (his taxi's in the shop), and we go to the airport.
At the airport, I run into John and Rebecca (Australia) who I had met in Luxor the week previous. They are trying to get a standby ticket out of there, and get back home. I admit that I am ready to go back home, but a part of me wants to stay for a couple weeks more.
I check in and wait. I'm hungry and settle for a really crappy sandwich and a soda.
The plane ride is uneventful. Again, with my bad luck, the lady behind me is a crab who constantly complains about everything. The seats, the lights, the kosher food. Shuttup lady...I'm trying to get some sleep.
Amsterdam...layover is for a few hours, so I decide to walk around. I go to McDonalds and order a BACON Big Mac. mmmmm....bacon!!! That kills about half an hour. The airport is big, and everything is in one terminal. I decide to relax here and do some window shopping.
The plane to Toronto is pretty uneventful. I get seated next to this little kid who is constantly falling asleep. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I try to wake her up. The kid is a deep sleeper. The girl at the window seat is trying to hold in her laughter. She finally wakes up and begins kicking and climbing up the seat. She then realizes that--hey, she's on a plane and not back home in her bed. Funny!!!
From there, it's pretty much your average plane ride. Food, snacks, ice cream...KLM rocks!!! Baggage claim takes forever at Pearson, and in my relief to get out of there I forget my sweater. I try to get back into the baggage area, but the guard says I've got to got to the KLM desk and get escorted in since I already went through customs. Asshole. I'm thinking that the sweater has been taken by now. After 15 minutes waiting for a KLM person, we go down to baggage.
Baggage people found my sweater, and I'm relieved. My parents came to pick me up and they drop me off at my apartment. Ahhh, back home...I'll unpack later.