Everything has gone dwarf! (or how I ended up in Larnaca)

It was all going according to plan. Well, maybe except the fact that I woke up way too early (which means I would be tired earlier) but that's managable. Other than that, everything is going according to plan. Well ... so packing took almost 3 hours and I still managed to forget a few small things, but nothing important. So you could pretty much say that most of the things were going according to plan.

I arrived at the airport at 4am sharp, took 10 minutes to pass the security checks (no time) and got in line for the check-in. And that's when things started to going accoring to some other plan I wasn't aware of.

The flight was overbooked, so I could either wait for people to miss the flight. At first I though it would be an easy choice but then the lady at the counter said it would be very unlikely... So why the hell do they overbook flights?! eh? ... anyway, she said that I could voulenteer for some crazy ass connection flights and in exchange I'd get 200$ or a free ticket to any location within 5 hours of flight (Awesome!), so I did (for the free tickets).

"Well", I thought, "Just a minor set back". And I've waited an extra hour and caught the plane to Larnaca, Cyprus. Now, I should mention that when the 7th lady of the 4th counter gave me my boarding passes, she said something about me needing to hurry when I get to Larnaca. Let's call that today's understatement.

The plane landed at 8:20 and the plane started boarding at 8:25. Which would be fine in theory [But like Yahtzee said: Theory is a trecherous thing that can at any moment disintegrate like a biscuit raft.] but then I saw the line, IT WAS HUGE. So there I am, stading in line, 20 minutes past boarding time and these two Jordanian (Or Syrian) dude decide to torture me. They starting laughing a lot, pointing in my direction, saying the word "Yahud" and "Israel" and every once in a while make a suddent movement towards me. I mean, if you want to grab the railing that's fine, go ahead, but why the hell do you have to do it with a clenched fist flying in the direction of my abdomen only to change direction in the very last moment and chuckle? Damn sadists. (At this point I should probably mention that ALL of the poeple in that line were either Jordanian or Syrian, so that didn't really calm me down).

Anyway, 30 minutes after the boarding time, at about the time when normal places start having last calls, a lady runs into the lobby and shouts: "BRUSSELS? BRUSSELS?". Assuming she's not lost her dog (or god damned mind) I raised my hand, along with a couple other guys stading way outside the line, and she quickly gathered us together and sent us forward screaming something about how the plane is waiting for us. WELL OF COURSE THE FUCKING PLANE IS WAITING FOR US! Nobody gave a shit that we were stuck in line and nobody came to take care of us.

Also, during all the commotion I caught some land stewardess telling one of the other Brussels connection that some conveyer belt was malfunctioning and therefore the luggage might be 2 hours late to arrive at Brussels. Now, I would go ahead that since I have a 3 hour wait for my connection and Burssels this should be a problem. But I think I've learned enough about plans and theories to calm myself down ...

In the end, I made that plane with the pilot giving me an evil eye as I board it (last). So now I'm sitting here in the Brussels airport, 1 hours befopre my next plane take me to Gothenburg. Writing this post in Notepad (becuase the WiFi here isn't free :/ ). I'll upload it as soon as I hit free wifi.

Time to go eat something that will help rid me of the awful taste of a Cyprus Air Breakfast.

Assaf, when you said that my first post should be titled "Everything has gone dwarf" I thought (and even hoped) it wouldn't be as easy as this ...

The Shuk Is Strong With Him,

Nathan