On the Loose

First of all let me blow off some steam…gheghe!!
Holy Moly…

OK now I’m ready…A while ago I was chilling at home, opened my laptop and Aaron and Lewis were online.
A bit of a usual funny chat going down, then they told me they’re in Tarifa.

So I was like, duuuddeeesss, I’m coming too.

I booked a flight for early in the Sunday morning.
Hardcore as I am I thought it would be smart to stay awake.
Some beers you know, just easy.
Woke up my dad at 5AM, he drove me to Schiphol were it started off well good.
I first walked straight to the help desk of Transavia, there was a really nice lady who helped me pay for my excess baggage, I had to pay 120 euros for the way there, and 120 for the way back. Fine with me, I was tired, she was being nice so no need for an argument.
So I walked to the check-in thinking I was sorted, looked for a nice lady(she wasn’t that nice).
Handed over my ticket/passport, put my 3 bags on the belt, 20kg each, that’s light weigth baby.
Then she said oh you are 40kg’s overweigth, so I said nicely Oh but I already paid for 2 surfboards. She said oh ok.
Then she wasn’t sure about her case and started phoning, telling her supervisor that I was 40 over.
I said: Excuse me, I think you don’t understand….But I just paid for 2 excess luggage items, what are you going on about.
Then she got all agro with me and said I was wrong and blablabla.
So I went back to the nice lady at the help desk, she said I was right.

So she phoned the lady to tell her it was OK, I walked all the way back to the check-in.
Then she wanted to weigh my hand luggage just to f*ck with me.
So of course my handlugagge was 5kg’s to heavy.
I had to pay for that she said…I started laughing and getting pissed off with her.
I said I would take some surf stuff out of my handluggage and put it in my surf.
She didn’t believe me and totally gave me a headache.
Nice when people make traveling easy, B*TCH!!

Then blonde as I am, I walked to the wrong gate series two times in a row.
Finally got to the right one, all tired and exhausted.

Big line at security so I had to do a little sneak through.
People are weirdo’s at airports, if somebody shows me his boarding pass and my flight is not in a while I let that person go in front.
But some bastard people just say ah you probably left home to late, go to the back of the que.

Had to get pissed off again and just go for it.
At the security check my bag didn’t go through right, there were some dark spots on the monitor.
So they had to take everything out and put through again.
This gave me exactly 4minutes to run to a gate 15-20min walk away.

Big sprint and sweat out, I made it.

Walked in as last, claimed my 3seats and passed out.

Now I here at Malaga airport and Aaron and Lewis are a hour late.
Sending me a text saying, sorry geez but we made a good effort, see you now.

Hahaha what a prats!!

Will keep you in the loop of what’s going on.
Apparently it’s blowing 50+knts so I hope my ankle is ready for it.

Peace, shot and thanks for having a taste of my hectic morning steam.

Now a cappuccino, OJ, banana, sandwich and a croissant.
That will sort me out…

Ahoeha.
Ruben