SOME SHOTS FROM AMSTERDAM. FXXK KLM
[ 2010-01-01 07:26:32 am | Author: Admin ]
The Schipol Airport was closed on last 20th Dec, the day when I arrived for a transfer. And so began the most devastated 30 hours of my life.
These shots are far from revealing the pain, sorrows and tortures I was going through in the two days, as I was only able to capture the most chilled moments of the never-ending journey. I had never hated snow so much. More than that, I swear I'll never step on Dutch soil again, and so do the other passengers queued up in Schipol around the clock, I believe.
One KLM staff member kindly told me to go to Transfer6 for another ticket to Cologne, where I waited up until 4 hours until I was told all I could do was to apply for a hotel shelter. To do this, I was queued up again for 2 hours.
The four-star hotel provided by KLM was fine, but stayed far from the Amsterdam proper. Girls and weeds not in the deal.
I starred at those holiday decorations for a bit of a time. For the first time in my life I was thinking seriously about how to get home. Trains were all cancelled, cars all rented out. Couldn't even get a cab to the hotel while we were waiting for the shuttle bus to come.
The room was cozy. We slept for only for 4 hours through Monday morning in order to get the first shuttle to the ticketing service.
Luckily there were some companions. After standing 6 hours in line to get the rebooked boarding pass, I granted myself a 10-euro-Burger-King-Meal, watching the sky getting cleared up. Top luxury.
Then we moved on to Starbucks to kill another 4 hours before the flight. Right after that I was acknowledged that my flight to Cologne was cancelled again. Under total despair, the staff said there was another night flight to Cologne that was still scheduled to take off on Monday. But nobody was sure.
After 30 hours in Schipol, land covered with snow again. The bus came to take us to the goddamned KLM City Hopper. We were made wait for another 2 hours in the plane as all local staff had gone home, leaving only one runway available for all departuring flights from Amsterdam. How scary was that.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all the buddies that stood by me during these 30 hours. And thanks to this I finally realized the Dutch people they only appear to be nice and warm-hearted. On the contrary, Germans are cold through, they never let me down.
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These shots are far from revealing the pain, sorrows and tortures I was going through in the two days, as I was only able to capture the most chilled moments of the never-ending journey. I had never hated snow so much. More than that, I swear I'll never step on Dutch soil again, and so do the other passengers queued up in Schipol around the clock, I believe.
One KLM staff member kindly told me to go to Transfer6 for another ticket to Cologne, where I waited up until 4 hours until I was told all I could do was to apply for a hotel shelter. To do this, I was queued up again for 2 hours.
The four-star hotel provided by KLM was fine, but stayed far from the Amsterdam proper. Girls and weeds not in the deal.
I starred at those holiday decorations for a bit of a time. For the first time in my life I was thinking seriously about how to get home. Trains were all cancelled, cars all rented out. Couldn't even get a cab to the hotel while we were waiting for the shuttle bus to come.
The room was cozy. We slept for only for 4 hours through Monday morning in order to get the first shuttle to the ticketing service.
Luckily there were some companions. After standing 6 hours in line to get the rebooked boarding pass, I granted myself a 10-euro-Burger-King-Meal, watching the sky getting cleared up. Top luxury.
Then we moved on to Starbucks to kill another 4 hours before the flight. Right after that I was acknowledged that my flight to Cologne was cancelled again. Under total despair, the staff said there was another night flight to Cologne that was still scheduled to take off on Monday. But nobody was sure.
After 30 hours in Schipol, land covered with snow again. The bus came to take us to the goddamned KLM City Hopper. We were made wait for another 2 hours in the plane as all local staff had gone home, leaving only one runway available for all departuring flights from Amsterdam. How scary was that.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all the buddies that stood by me during these 30 hours. And thanks to this I finally realized the Dutch people they only appear to be nice and warm-hearted. On the contrary, Germans are cold through, they never let me down.
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