It’s Monday morning and I am in Amsterdam, waiting for my co-worker to call.  At one point, I was doubting actually being here by now.

The delays in Halifax kept piling, 45min before we got on the plane, then when we got on, it took forever to load the luggage.  The captain kept giving us “we will be pushing back in 5min” warnings, but after a couple of those 10min spaced, he admitted maybe he should just say, “we will push back when possible.”

When we finally did push back, the tractor involved broke.  By the time it was fixed, we were 1h30m late.  I did however get to sleep on the plane, as I had 3 seats together to stretch out on.  When I finally got to Heathrow, they did not have a gate for us to deplane from so we had another 15min of waiting.  I was getting worried.
However when I did get off the plane, I found out that I was re-booked to the next flight to Amsterdam, and I would just have to wait a little longer at the airport.  I finally got to Amsterdam, about 2 hours later than planed, Sunday, although one of my bags was left at Heathrow.

On a different note, when I was in Heathrow, at 11:00am, they called for two minutes silence to honour the war dead.  If you have ever been on Heathrow airport, you would know it is a good example of organized chaos.  Therefore, it is quite an amazing and humbling experience to stand there for two minutes, as the ternminal goes quite.