Strike over and out.

So my holiday plans are a tiny bit on hold due to air control strikes across Europe. All flights to Nice were cancelled and a bunch of depressed travellers had to go through the welcome terminal back in Sweden again. Luckily my travel agent did all the job for me getting me on board today at 2.30 pm. Going via Oslo. As long as I get there I don’t care how many stops we do.

Yesterday, before lovely Jenny helped me out, I was on the phone to a train agency to a sweet man called Ivar. We were looking at getting me an inter rail card getting down to France on like 8 different trains. I would have done it! And who the hell knows I might be on the phone to Ivar later on today again.

Now I am checked in, loungeing around by the gate. Drinking cough medicine like an alcoholic. I am scared I will terrify the passengers sitting next to me. It sounds like I’ve been struck by the Ebola…it sounds bad but I do feel better.

Beach buddies or train companions?

Next time I write I pray it is overlooking the Med.

Sun sun sun and much love. Tata for now!


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