A hectic day. Nothing left of the romance of quietly preparing and waiting for the voyage to commence. No sir. Broken printer, boarding passes can't be printed. Rushing to work. (Forgive me boss!) In the mean time Didi buys another sleeping bag, money cards are lost, and found, and... well, who cares. We made it to the airport , checked in and are now waiting for boarding. 

The contrast is stark. Lots of empty seats in this waiting area. Endless polite 'Mind your step' in the distance. A crying baby somewhere. And nowhere an outlet to charge a phone. Schiphol needs a little face-lift. Should be possible with 62 million paying passengers per year. 

Ah, traveling again. ..