After landing I felt quite weird. My body saying it was morning, my watch saying late afternoon. I felt like somebody playing a joke on me.
As if it was not enough, the shiny sun seemed to confirm the joke on me from high above, bright in the sky. I feel like a zombie. But in a few more hours I would be seeing my beloved wife and my little daughter. Proud daddy of his little baby.
Activated the WiFi and was planning on skyping Vicky. She hasn't wanted to Skype with for the last 5 days. I think she is angry for me being away for so long. It has been 10 days since I left on the trip.
And today Skype is not helping, decided to validate if it's really me. So besides username and password, today Skype wants to send a token to my phone to validate it. It's good to have such mechanisms, it does provide extra safety, but today is just a hassle. The phone I registered with Skype is having difficulty on registering to a network while roaming. So can't receive the damn token. Looks like there is a second mechanism for validating, via email. Let's try that. I must be in a bad luck strike, the email service is also not working. Loose 45 minutes on this, did not relax or enjoy the smile of my little daughter.
Flight is late, like the cherry on top of the cake. Seams to bring some weight in the apparently unlucky day. Let's not blame it on the day, we still have a few hours and the early day went quite well. I'm blaming on airport Charles de Gaulle. Never liked this airport, especially terminal 1, I believe it's the most horrible airport in the world. Built in an era of architecture experimentation, the building has a lot of corridors and escalators organised with apparent randomness around a hollow centre. Terminal 2 is slightly better, but nevertheless does not transmit any special comfort.
Once at the gate, the chaos seems to be happily installed there. Many queues for different gates in an extremely small area that serves 5 gates. We are immersed in a sea of people.
The flight is delayed by 40 minutes. This is not good, I am keen on swing Vicky before she goes to bed. Let's hope that having Mommy tell her I arrive today will keep her awake until I reach home.
After seated on the plane, my travel companion makes a funny comment on the people asking if this was the flight to Munich. Seamed quite absurd that once already on the plane such a mistake would occur. Not a moment too soon when some person complains about somebody else being on his seat. Well, the seat was correct, just not the flight. Somebody planning to travel to Bordeaux managed to get on the same plane. Poor guy left the plane always looking back to get validation for the mistake, only to see the flight attendants close the door immediately after he exited the plane.
The plane seems to take forever to reach the runway. I am getting nervous, looks like CDG does not want today to be a good day for me. It seamed like a full 20 minutes passed before we could feel the thrust of the engines of this Airbus A321.
Munich, Vicky, here I come.
As if it was not enough, the shiny sun seemed to confirm the joke on me from high above, bright in the sky. I feel like a zombie. But in a few more hours I would be seeing my beloved wife and my little daughter. Proud daddy of his little baby.
Activated the WiFi and was planning on skyping Vicky. She hasn't wanted to Skype with for the last 5 days. I think she is angry for me being away for so long. It has been 10 days since I left on the trip.
And today Skype is not helping, decided to validate if it's really me. So besides username and password, today Skype wants to send a token to my phone to validate it. It's good to have such mechanisms, it does provide extra safety, but today is just a hassle. The phone I registered with Skype is having difficulty on registering to a network while roaming. So can't receive the damn token. Looks like there is a second mechanism for validating, via email. Let's try that. I must be in a bad luck strike, the email service is also not working. Loose 45 minutes on this, did not relax or enjoy the smile of my little daughter.
Flight is late, like the cherry on top of the cake. Seams to bring some weight in the apparently unlucky day. Let's not blame it on the day, we still have a few hours and the early day went quite well. I'm blaming on airport Charles de Gaulle. Never liked this airport, especially terminal 1, I believe it's the most horrible airport in the world. Built in an era of architecture experimentation, the building has a lot of corridors and escalators organised with apparent randomness around a hollow centre. Terminal 2 is slightly better, but nevertheless does not transmit any special comfort.
Once at the gate, the chaos seems to be happily installed there. Many queues for different gates in an extremely small area that serves 5 gates. We are immersed in a sea of people.
The flight is delayed by 40 minutes. This is not good, I am keen on swing Vicky before she goes to bed. Let's hope that having Mommy tell her I arrive today will keep her awake until I reach home.
After seated on the plane, my travel companion makes a funny comment on the people asking if this was the flight to Munich. Seamed quite absurd that once already on the plane such a mistake would occur. Not a moment too soon when some person complains about somebody else being on his seat. Well, the seat was correct, just not the flight. Somebody planning to travel to Bordeaux managed to get on the same plane. Poor guy left the plane always looking back to get validation for the mistake, only to see the flight attendants close the door immediately after he exited the plane.
The plane seems to take forever to reach the runway. I am getting nervous, looks like CDG does not want today to be a good day for me. It seamed like a full 20 minutes passed before we could feel the thrust of the engines of this Airbus A321.
Munich, Vicky, here I come.
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