Freak Guitar - The Apple Horn Guitar - Quest for the Apple Horn Sand Stone

Left Gothenburg for Amsterdam around noon. The staff at the check-in got so puzzled by my monstrous flight plan they ripped out the ticket from Jakarta to Tokyo! Luckily enough this goof (hrm) was detected just before boarding. Not by me, of course - I was happily ignorant about the missing vital piece in the pile of rectangular papers I was carrying. (Thanks to the flight attendant who sorted out the mess. Her comforting words as I got the ticket back were: "Never trust an airline company…").

At the airport I bumped into my old classmate Jocke Persson, his girlfriend and their new-born kid Markus. They were also heading for Amsterdam and a weekend holiday. We spoke about this and that, school memories and stuff. Fell asleep and woke up drooling, my mouth wide open (nice) just before landing. We said goodbye and I went looking for my plane to Singapore and Jakarta.

Strange clouds in the air… but then again, we are flying over Amsterdam…

There is a strange presence of unease at airports these days. You notice a lot of people choose to stay home since the planes fly half-empty. Amsterdam international airport was semi-deserted, guards patrolling the area with trained dogs. Sascha and Maya, my four legged fur-balls at home, got their period shortly before I left, making me smell Big Yummy to one of the hard-working German Shepherds. Mr. Dutch Guard eagerly advised me to "Go! Go! Go!" to prevent the animal from trying to pork me. Not in German-Shepherd-Porking-Mode I went to my gate.