Coming home

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean we entered new time zone and even a new day – Saturday. After a very turbulent flight oven the Atlantic we got served breakfast before the airplane landed at Frankfurt Airport. Due to the lack of sleep during the flight you walked around like a zombie and at the security check I forgot to take out some minor bottles with crème and stuff, which the security guard noticed right away and took my bag aside. So, you had to unpack everything and let them inspect everything. I mean, it wasn’t my intention to forget picking the items out of my bag. But there was no mercy and you almost got treated like a criminal who just robbed a store.

Next flight was with SAS and departed at 12.15pm. It wasn’t many passengers onboard. With a full-sized Boeing 737 and a 132-passenger capacity not even half of the seats were booked. So how could that be profitable? We arrived at Stockholm-Arlanda Airport 2 hours later and I had time to eat at McDonalds before taking the train back home to Dalarna, with time to look back on everything that had happened during this trip. All the amazing people and wonderful places I had experienced.