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Episode 2

Yes, it's that time again. I'm in the air with the flying Dutchmen of KLM. In about an hour, I'll be in Copenhagen with our friends from Renault. There, I get to drive the brand new Captur, have lunch at Le Grilleriet, and finally see Copenhagen. I've never been there before. My Mondays are tough. But, flying brings me to one of my first pieces. What I think about in an airplane, read here my Annemaria-cuckoo-brainwaves. Now I thought I had it all covered, but far, far, far from it, I just found out. Therefore, tatarataaaa, episode 2. Sounds a bit sexier than ‘the sequel’.

1. Maybe I should have called it ‘things you think about when you fly’, because for me it starts on the way there. This morning, I had to get out of my warm bed at four o'clock to take a quick shower and grab a coffee. I can't function without it. And at that confusing hour, there's a chance I might forget things. But I was checked in, had my boarding pass, all liquids in a transparent bag, my passport in the side pocket, my car key in hand, and the sleep out of my eyes. That was all I needed. And now I knew I had a passport with me, so I scored points with Kiek, but suddenly something else crept up on me in the car. What if I had my partner's passport with me? Oooooh man, that would be something. I must have his passport, really the story of my life. And then I stand there. Help, this is terrible. End of the story? It was just mine in that side pocket. The only thing I find dubious is that I didn't have to show it anywhere and I'm really sitting in seat 18A on the plane.
2. Because I'm going back in a day, I arranged a parking spot at Schiphol. P1 to be precise. And there I was, at P1. Only Schiphol has P1 and P1 Priority. I find this extremely confusing. The man in the speaker sighed a bit, let a parking card spit out of the machine, and asked me to take the exit straight away. After three laps, I was parked on row Cheese (no joke) of the right P1. And this organization does something with accessibility and transport... Okay, okay.
3. “Aren't you a Pri-oooo-ri-ty?” Uhm, no. Deep down, I do want to be a Priority for Schiphol, because that gives your flight a boost. But how on earth do I become a Priority? Do I need to be a frequent flyer or can I just sign up for this privilege like a bonus card? Then it feels a bit less special. Except when everyone has to wait and you can just roll through, of course. The delight. I always say I don't queue, but I do at Schiphol.
4. Just in between, I only want to fly with KLM now. I now get coffee in a coffee cup with a windmill. That's just cute. They also use a trolley with Delft blue and tulips. Dear KLM, can I maybe join your Priority club? Oh, please?
5. Oh, and you there at the emergency exit. No idea how often you park your derrière in the plane, but it can't hurt to let that steward explain one more time how to open that door. I mean, repetition is just good for your brain. Especially if you, like me, were jolted out of your sleep at four o'clock by an unfriendly alarm clock. And I think you didn't sleep before eleven last night, because it was still light. In all that fog in your upper rooms, I would have particularly appreciated it if you had said yes, but unfortunately. They just pointed the stewardess with the corresponding safety spiel towards the cockpit.
6. What is actually the best seat on the plane? Can someone please give me an answer to that? I always feel very confident when I check in and tick my seat, but I have no f-ing clue. Usually, I just go for something with a centimeter more at the knee and a view of the sky. But if the landing gear fails or that big white swan ends up on the runway, then I would like to know where I sit a bit okay.
7. I get shopping cravings in the air. Now I was lucky that I had to rush to gate eighty-four (EIGHTY-FOUR YES) after customs and had no second to lose. Something with a line a kilometer long and infinite. By the way, don't think this is a joke from your flying friends, if you don't stand there at least two hours early for a European flight, you will get serious stress from it. I was of course exemplary on time. Or well, maybe a quarter of an hour later. But that was the fault of that parking thing. Shopping, so, you start flipping through. In that stained magazine. Suddenly I needed a new watch and those miniature perfumes or maybe a power bank. Yes, it must be due to oxygen deprivation.
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