An airport lounge entry again; if we had tried to leave yesterday we would not have made it out because of the heavy winds. The people on that flight were standing next to us at check in, trying again to get to Holland or beyond. Such luck!
The shippers came in the morning and in no time all the loose things that were on the ‘for-Kabul’ table had disappeared into nine or ten boxes that weighed in at about 600 pounds, including the rowing machine and enough books to see us through a long spell of grounding in Kabul.
We visited one more set of relatives and then celebrated the completion of a wonderful week with the girls and their men at a local restaurant, my one and only chance at lobster, before heading for the airport.
There was much left undone, mostly visits and a few phone calls, given that we won’t be back for another 6 months, but when time’s up, it is up.
It feels familiar to be on the road again and not at all like vacation because travel has never been for vacation purposes, always for work. It’s nice to be travelling with Axel though, despite the fact that we won’t be sitting together once again – I got pushed to seat 3A in the front, leaving Axel behind on 21H. I offered my business class seat to him (he’s older and has a bad back) but he declined. Maybe he is holding out for the next leg, from Amsterdam to Dubai (fat chance, KLM isn’t that generous).
And so we are closing this chapter and on to the next and the new year. I will get to reflect on this year on the plane over to Amsterdam.
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