De-iceman cometh

Finally landed in Dublin at 10.30pm local time (was supposed to arrive at 8pm). I was lucky, there were people on board who had been waiting at Schiphol Airport since yesterday and the woman in front of me,who had been travelling for 24 hours, was pulled from the flight because she had never actually checked in for the flight (yet she had been given a boarding pass!)

Total chaos.

When we finally boarded, we sat waiting on the tarmac for another hour or more. We were in a queue to be de-iced, but they made a mistake and we missed our slot and had to wait some more.

De-icing was fun – they hosed the plane down under very bright lights and then sprayed something (anti-freeze?) on it. It’s a long process and I think it allowed for only 5 planes per hour to take off. Funnily my friend W., a flight attendant, was in another plane in the queue with me. We were texting each other. Aer Lingus crew said nothing about not using mobiles. They were going off left and right.

There was no food on the flight except Kitkats and Pringles. And no drinks except tomato and orange juice. ‘We are running out of coffee and the wine bottles are broken. That’ll be four euro, please.’

Too late to meet up with friends, so here I am talking to you. I’m having a chicken and stuffing sambo for dinner.

Ireland feels very mild and warm (+5). Like a blankie. ‘Rest up’, he says, but I am totally wired-uh.