Last sunday, i had to take the plane to fly to Morocco. the timetable was ver nice with the first plane at 6h50. which meant that the alarm-clock rang about 4 in the morning.
When the alarm-clock rang onm sunday morning, i was happy and thought: “a cool, a new trip, sun and new adventures, well everything will just be fine!”. i got up, took my shower, ate my breakfast, brushed my teeth and put my phone on. and hop, the phone rang: “you have a new message!”. i was happy and thought “a cool, another friend tought of me and sent me some kind words”. so i read the message and it was “air france, good morning. your flight has been cancelled andyou will travel with the flight number bla bla bal departure 10h40”. the taxi waited already outside the house, i just had to go to the airport and try to fix the connexion in paris.
i arrived at Arlanda and there, air france told me i had to fly to paris and stay over the night in a hotell there and join Rabat the day after. oh lala, i thought no no. my colleague who is used to travel a lot also knows very well all the flights and timetable and he managed to make us fly the same day to casablanca instead of rabat.
we arrived at destination later as planed but i loved this morning spent in stockholm airport for peanuts.
Wo ist das Meer? 