Flying... Again...
I write this post from on-board a KLM Boeing 747. Of course, I lack an Internet connection, but I will be saving this for later.
We are currently en route to Manchester via Amsterdam, where we will have an 3 hour layover. This time I am determined to get some absinthe, and maybe a pipe too. Amsterdam is always fun, although this will be my third time there and I'm getting a little tired of seeing just Schiphol airport-I want to venture out into the real city! Especially the red-light district, oh yeah. Which, coincidentally, the Holland Herald (the KLM inflight magazine) informed me of the etymology. Apparently the term comes from the US, where brothels would put red lights in their windows to let the clientele know what's up. Now you know. I just feel sorry for any old ladies who may have purchased a red light and put it in their living room just because they liked the aesthetics.
The flight itself is absolutely brutal. The seats are cramped and you completely lack anything to do. You feel like sardines packed in a can, and everyone is irritable and rude. I enjoy flying when it is a domestic flight, but 9 hours to Amsterdam and then a 3 hour layover and then another hour and a half to Manchester is just more than one can stand.
I am however looking forward to seeing my relatives, as it makes me seem more cultured by association. I don't know what it is about the English accent, but even Cockney sounds more civilized than when your average American speaks.
…time passes…
And now I am in Amsterdam Airport Schiphol. I've just been cockblocked by my mom, who will not let me buy absinthe nor a smoking pipe. Despite it being completely and utterly legal, I have been foiled again. My only recourse is to find a liquor store in the UK and find it there. Unfortunately, as I will not be able to drive, this could be quite difficult.