Not a couple of hours to get home, but...

JJ fetched us and drove us to the airport. No problems. JJ gone, luck gone. 

• Son1 got an extra safety check by Customs.... of his bankcard and other cards, neatly piled.
• Assistance desk. None present. Phone not working.

• Finally someone showed up. Assistance made us sit somewhere,  made us sit somewhere else,  and back. 
• Stood outside a long time...inside again. 
  
• 6 hours delay (six!!)
  
• In the plane: "we need refueling and are 4rd in line, might take 40 to 50 minutes" (the sigh of the passengers alone would move the plane )
  
• No extra food on board as it was "a rescue flight".(which was not a problem, they still had enough on board.) 
  
  
• We landed as far from the airport as possible,  took a long time taxiing. 
• No assistance waiting. When someone turned up she told us we were not registered (later turned out we were!) and maybe had to wait half an hour. 
  
• A nice guy turned up and took us with a car to another hall. He was very helpfull.
  
• Due to some misunderstanding walked a long stretch.
  
• Border Control. The guy started a friendly talk. Must be a friend of a real friend who works at Border Control and visits out parachute group regularly. So he must have known my face better than I knew his.
  
  
• Entered the country by foot. Saw someone from assistance with a spare wheelchair...uh...mine!
• The nice assistant pushed me all the way to the main hall.
• Train we wanted to take was only going a small stretch due to a defective overhead line. 
  
• Son1 wanted to stay somewhere in the place where he works, but couldn't book.
  
• Transfer at a city nearby.
  
• Transfer at the central station of my town...train at the outer part of the station, so a long walk...
• Delay because of a break-test. 
  
• Delay because the intercity needed to pass first.
  
• Finally my station. No "mind the gap" warning", but a huge gap . Lucky that my daughter was there, otherwise I couldn't have made the large step.
  
• Son2 was there...horribly tired, because he had been to a para-weekend. But he drove us home anyway.
  
• Son1 , at the next station, couldn't take the last bus, as there was no last bus...had to walk.
  
  Finanally...long after midnight we were at home!!!

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About **Syl

Syl: "Life is a chain of challenges. Sometimes the largest challenges are we ourselves. Facing life, facing others and facing yourself requires either a worryless attitude or plain courage. Most of the time it is dealing with judgement. Maybe life is about getting rid of it."