Level 1 – The Check-In Debacle

After checking in my suitcase, I start to identify the faint symptoms of impending doom as the line to gate B31 begins to go Away from customs in a curious twist.

And then swings exterior into a massive festical marquee. Without the need of songs by the way, so just a significant tent, I guess. And then around the corner into a 2nd tent. And a third tent. And a fourth (for stability I consider). And then to an region without a tent.

In this article we come upon the very first crisis bathrooms, an intercontinental sign that items are NOT hunting positive.

Minutes move and the stream of individuals is now strolling so much absent from the terminal setting up that I can see my hometown of Zaandam (North of Amsterdam) once more, so to communicate. Just as we are about to contact