TOML - Merde In Schiphol.

Thanks to KLM, we got an additional night stay in Schiphol, Holland. Not that we wanted to. I couldn't wait to get over with the 12-hour flight, get back to Singapore at 3.30 pm in the afternoon, just in time for the National Day Parade. Unfortunately, all plans turned to smoke. Our flight was delayed for 12 hours due to "technical faults in the plane". So we could only reach at 3.15 am in the morning after National Day.

I guess this didn't come as a surprise. I heard that KLM is notorious for delay flights. Perhaps when you have a large fleet with so many routes and flights, delays will occur more often?

For the delay, KLM gave us a complimentary one night hotel stay with dinner and breakfast. Technically, we were known as stranded passengers.

They were so nice to include a calling card as well. Notice its for five minutes! Woohoo! If you use 10 secs per call, you can make 30 calls!!! Hmmm...

They also gave us a toiletries pack with tee shirt and socks. No smelly feet!

Hmmm it'll be better if there are shorts and underwear?

Anyway I am just glad to finally reached home safely! We flew back in the Chichen-Itza Boeing 777-200. Home Sweet Home for real!

And I guess it'll be another hour or so before I get back to office for work. TGIF! Get ready for the souvenirs folks. Gotta go do my unpacking now! =)

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