Well lets see... kind of like that Gilligan's Island fated 3h tour... My 4am start yesterday was doomed for disaster. I shared a taxi with a lovely bloke from the neighborhood who might be able to send me some good contacts for my business. That is good. I arrived at the airport in good time, met my colleague, checked in and then proceeded through customs... we arrived at the gate 40mins before the flight therefore took off to grab a coffee... we returned to the gate 15 mins later and the flight was closed and we had missed the flight. Nice. Argh!
We then scuttle through the airport and I collect my bag which I checked containing bottles of wine for the clients... my colleague went hunting to see which flight we could jump on and still make our meetings... We got the 2 of the last 3 remaining seats on the 9h10 flight, phew. We go through customs again and this time stay put at the gate. Board the flight. And then we both immediately passed out.
About 10 or 15 minutes airborne I woke up and decided to pop to the loo quickly before the lady brought around the refreshments... I was in the middle so I asked the lady next to me to let me out... I scooched by her taking the lead with my right foot. Once in the Ise I proceeded again with my right foot and the the left... and then the left... I looked down and my foot was folded over at the ankle.. and the rest of the left hand side of my body had collapsed. I was confused. Hmm must have triped on something. I take another step with my right foot and then one with the left... collapse. WTF was going on?? I look back at the 12 rows of people behind me whom are all staring at me in total panic/confusion. They have just seen a normal business woman, get up, stumble, collapse, stumble again... I must have looked nothing other then pissed! To them I was a drunkard collapsing in the isle at 9am!!! I however, was not... My left foot had somehow lost total circulation while I had fallen asleep and instead of the normal pins and needles that indicate the loss of circulation I had nothing... no indicator that my left foot had ceased to function. I dragged my self the rest of the way down the isle and to the loo. Inside I collected myself and worked vigorously to re-animate my gammy foot.
Upon my exit from the loo, I walked very steadily and this time without falling back to my seat. Head down of course.
We caught a taxi from the airport to Utrecht for the tune of 95 euros (madness) and the taxi driver got lost... his gps was not working properly and low and behold he had no map. By this time we were a full hour late for our second meeting having completely missed the first one...
Nightmare!
I tell you... travelling with me is just a barrel of laughs...
Good news is that I'll be eating vla and speculas voraciously until I leave for Canada onThursday...I wonder what trouble I'll get myself into on that flight?
pretty flowers in amsterdam
standard canal pic...
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