Unwritten Pages of My Diary Part II

I didn't get the window seat...but the good part is there is nothing to look at outside :) Night sky that is an inspiration for several thoughts when I look at it from my balcony, is less fascinating from here... Sleeping would not be such a bad idea. But the cup of coffee I savoured while observing people at the airport has done the damage and there isn't an iota of sleep in my eyes... Add to that 2 jokers sitting besides me, who wouldn't stop bragging about their experiences of flying to various planets/continents... whatever..."Are you Indian," one of them slimily just asked me. No dimwit...I am African, I say to myself and pretend sleeping.

Hmm...enjoyed forty winks...read some fantastic articles in Financial Times, listened to some silly music, watched a bit of some sillier movies...Also 'How I Met Your Mother' (Hilarious! I think DVDs of 3 seasons are available...Do watch it)...and with that 7 hours on KLM are almost over and the airplane is very close to landing the 'sin city' - Amsterdam...

The connecting flight is 3 hours away. I am gonna utilize this time to do what I do best. Spend money :)It's raining outside and view outside this huge glass window is drop dead gorgeous.

Amsterdam Aiport Schiphol is huge. It's the world's 3rd largest airport by international passenger traffic! And I think most of them are Indian. I see so many Sardar families around...it's not funny.