Soo, remember when I said all was well in JFK?

Yeah, so that didn't work out too well. My flight ended up leaving almost four hours late, so I obviously didn't make my connection in Amsterdam. Luckily I managed to get myself pre-booked on the next flight from Amsterdam to Cardiff, going out this evening. The downside is I have about six hours of nothing to do, and the city center seems too far away to bother leaving security. All you can see from the airport (and you can see a good ways since the country is so darn flat) are large fuel storage tanks and a few office buildings. Though this shouldn't have surprised me so much, its so very euro here. I feel like I've wandered in to a movie, except this is the real stuff that the movies are trying to show. Along with that, I realize that I don't like like a lot of the people here and don't dress like them. I've caught a few looking, though I certainly am doing my fair share of people watching so I don't really mind. If playing "Spot the American" brightens your day then go for it! Also, Ian, you have a twin and he needs to loose ten pounds and shower.

Flight over wasn't too bad, the crew was just as pissed with the messup as we were. The flight attendants switched in to a mode of not really caring, which made service a bit patchy. They mostly just talked to each other or were herded by their boss. I asked the guy next to me to wake me up for dinner, mistakenly thinking that since he was reading an English newspaper he understood me. He nodded so I figured I was covered. I woke up to no food. He leaned over and said "I ate all your food". He was nice enough though, handed me my bag from the overhead. I can't really ask for more. It was a little hard to sleep since a lot of people stayed up, including the teenager behind me, who decided kneeing my chair in staccato bursts would help me relax. It actually did feel nice once or twice, like a crappy, unwelcome massage chair.

Well, siting in one of the general lounges, the gates are closed areas with their own security so I don't plan on heading there till closer to flight time, maybe 7pm or so. I'm sure I don't look so hot and that I smell funny. Oh well, so do you Ian's evil twin. Go find another lounge man with the terrible stink! I really wish I had some euros, and knew more than a few useless words of Dutch. Anyone that wants Amsterdam souvenirs should probably let me know in the next four or five hours. It will take me awhile to get it to you of course, but shopping would give me something to do.