Kiwi Shot

Holy crap.  You’d think after 2 years of travelling I’d have got the hang of this by now.  NO.   NO, I STILL AM CRAP.  Marcelo and are constantly having very close calls and we’ve missed a plane completely once.  Maybe twice.  I forget.

Today, on my way home from Belgium, I congratulate myself for getting on the bus so early, for giving myself 2 hours before a flight and  for generally not causing heart stopping anxiety that I usually have whilst running for a plane.

Then I realised that Brussels has two airports and I was at the wrong one.  In fact, the airport I needed to be at was about 15km out of the city centre I just left.  About an hours drive ago.  My first thought was, fuck it, I will just buy a Ryan Air ticket and go home that way.  Then I remembered that Ryan Air doesn’t fly Brussels to London, due to the Eurostar crying it could no longer extort its customers.  BALLS.

I don’t even want to tell you how much the emergency taxi trip to the other airport costed me.  I think I will still be paying that one off long after I get back home to New Zealand.