TOML - Transit at Schiphol.

Other than the time differences and my infamous runny nose, the flight to Amsterdam was a pleasant one! The stewardess were really polite and warm. I had two delicious meal during the flight. The meal included a pencil. Why pencil? Cuz there was this tear-out Sudoku on the meal boxes, and answers printed as well. Idea hor? We also had ice cream in the wee hours of the morning SGT while we were over the sky of Afghanistan.

Currently we are in the mid of our 8-hr transition wait at Schiphol Amsterdam Airport right now - the airport with a fly scribbled in the urinal to help men aim. =p We will be going for a short 2 and 1/2 hr transit tour around Amsterdam. Unfortunately, no free wi-fi at Schiphol, so this is a delayed post when I reach Goteborg. Will update with photos later.

Photo Updates:
View of Schiphol airport from the outside.

This plane is a KLM McDonnell Douglas MD-11, Marie Curie. This section of the fleet of planes are named after famous people. The plane we took from Singapore is actually a Boeing 777-200. I am not sure of the name tho'. =p

This is somewhere after the departure hall. Bustling with life. Schiphol is the 4th busiest airport in Europe.

And finally an odd photo. Heh heh. A trunk refilling the plane with drinking water. It was so boring waiting lah...

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