Stopover in Amsterdam
Trip Start Feb 24, 2010
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I had to go to Terminal F, which according to a passenger sitting nearby, was a hike from where we were. But before I could start that marathon, I had to get through a check point. This was going to be fun considering my flight got in late, and I had little time until the next flight. Always seems to be the case though.
I asked someone about the lines and pointed out my approaching flight time; I was put in the priority line which was just as long as all the other lines. Quite a few other people were in the same boat as me.
By the time I got through, I had no time to waste
I got to my gate and had to go through security there. I liked the squiggly conveyor belt that transported my carryon belongings to the all-important x-ray machine. It was so nice to not have to hold everything until just before you get to it.
Once I was through that part, I was asked by a female security officer if she could pat me down. "Uh, yeah, ok." Like, what else would I say? No? It appeared that all the women were being patted down as they went through, not sure about the men.
I had made it! But, people were in line to board. The room for the gate was just bursting with people. I looked out the window and saw the huge plane; it had an upper deck. I'm not sure if I've ever been on a plane as big as that before.
After the first group boarded, I got in line myself. I was very disappointed in two things when I got to my seat: 1) I did not, in fact, have an aisle seat--it was in the MIDDLE, and 2) there were no individual entertainment systems. Other than plunging into the deep blue sea, these two things are a part of my flying nightmares.
To be continued...