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"This is your captain speaking. As you may have noticed we have started boarding earlier than normal, hoping to be able to leave early and escape the increasing mist that is limiting visibility. Unfortunately we have not received approval to take off and will have to wait and see if the mist clears up". Of course the mist didn't clear up. It got worse. So we waited, and waited, and waited until four hours after boarding, around , we were informed that the flight would not depart until that evening. Probably because the crew had to get some mandatory sleep as well. We were unboarded and together with passengers from other flights were shipped off to various hotels.
At the Sheraton, where we were dropped, chaos erupted when three busloads of travellers wanted to check in simultaneously.
The third bed they had promised to place in our room was nowhere to be seen, so Bart made an improvised one by taking all the remaining pillows and cushions from the couch. We had just turned of the light when the doorbell rang. The extra bed. Under hilarious circumstances the hotel staff set up the bed while Bart gave instructions and a couple of minutes later he was down in his new comfy crib.
We woke up after a couple of hours from the sound of Judith's telephone. Her boyfriend was waiting at Schiphol; the delay of the flight had not been posted on the Internet. A note from the hotel management informed us that the busses for the airport would leave at .
We freshened up and Bart went down for lunch. Judith and I had eaten too much at breakfast so relaxed some more in the room. At two the busses would pick the stranded travellers up to bring them back to the airport. Before we caught one of the busses we decided to grab something to eat at the lunch buffet, and I helped myself to a selecting of the deliciously looking deserts, not having had that many deserts in the last two weeks.
Our splurge in luxury ended when we entered the bus and drove towards the airport. Murphy's Law seems to be applicable on days like these for the bus broke down even before reaching the outskirts of
Even though the fog was already getting thicker again outside, as the evening fell across
The flight itself was without problems and we arrived at Schiphol around . Judith had a surprise pick-up at the arrivals hall but Bart and I needed to run for the shuttle bus back to the Van der Valk hotel, which had just left (too early) when we arrived. We decided to grab a cab and after picking up Bart’s car we were making fine progress on the way southward, arriving in Uden shortly after , where Bart dropped me off.