Thank God for SAS

On our way to the airport

My slightly worried mother.

Sometimes it's your day, sometimes it's not. This day is both. It started on the worst possible way; my plane to Charles DeGaulle was 1,5 hours delaied. That mean I would miss my flight from France to Hong Kong. Luckily I rebooked. But - I had to switch planes in Copenhagen. Not onle did that mean I got 20 min longer flight, I also had to run. From having good time for the 19:10-flight, I had less than halv an hour to my fight left. I ran though the fast track safty check and staight to my gate. I barely made it.

The flight it self was very clam, but my mother stressed me out (she always do that when she has "bad time" - little time) and I got crancky and nervous. I even got food I can't eat. Hurray for cold chicken. Apparantly I got food because I sat on Economy Extra. What a luxury when you can't eat the food.

The nice expencive chocolate.

I'm sort of a player - I like to play people so I can get my will; so after beeing hungry and a bit crancky I went to my other gate right after landing and clamed to be a veggie. I'm not a veggie, but I usually don't like the food. But karma sometimes bit me in the ass. In business class you get what the Danish guy call "bøf" or steak in English. Steak made in the plane. Gosh, I hate my self. But I got lucky aswell, the lady noticed I hadn't special food all the way (no wonder when I didn't order it), so she felt really sorry for me and would fix it for me. Yay. I liked that lady. Now, hopefully she manages to fix it.

The After Eight-thingie and the lemon fromage.

The flight attendants here in business class are very kind and polite - I don't know how I'm going to manage to spend the next 18 hours on regular economy with crying babies and unpolite Chinese people. I also notice I get more polite to them when they are so polite to me. I don't know whether taht has somthing to do with them beeing to on job, while only four to attend.

Karma is nice to me aswell, I got a very nice sandwich insted of the steak, and as much free drinks as I want (like everyone alse). A napkin made out of cloth. Fork and knife made out of steel and not plastic. Some very expencive chocolate (one with "Sitron fromage" and one tasting like AFter Eight and gingerbread at the same time). A glass made out of glass. A coffee cup made out of.. you know, that thing cofee cups are made of. What an experience. I have only one thing to complai about; the tea taste like chlorine. Yuk.