I rise around 8:30. Wouldn’t want to miss out on breakfast. It’s often the highlight of the day. I guess that shows my age.
I go for the same as yesterday: fried egg, cheese, tomato and cucumber. It’s a fairly light meal. Accompanied by a couple of double espressos. Which wake me up a treat. That was exactly the idea.
I have a nice chat with some of the other judges while I eat. Getting to talk to lots of different people is one of the reasons I go judging. That and travelling to places that I’d never go to otherwise.
The bus leaves for the airport at 10:00. It’s an hour or so in the bus. But we’re still there well before my flight. I have to wait a while before the KLM check-in desk opens. Which I spend chatting with the two Argentinian judges. Much of it about football.
As soon as the desk opens, I check in and trail airside. And straight to the lounge. Well, with a short detour to the duty free, where I pick up some Ukrainian and Poznan vodka. Never seen Ukrainian vodka before.
The lounge is pretty small. Not much food. Slightly weird sandwiches. But free-pour spirits. Now doesn’t that lift my spirits? I take full advantage. Wouldn’t you?
I have a couple of hours to enjoy myself in the lounge. Which is nice and quiet. It’s so much more relaxing in a lounge than outside, where there are always people milling about. That’s why I’m so keen on hanging onto my gold status with KLM.
That reminds me of another reason I go judging: lots of long-haul flights. Great for getting up to gold status every year.
I have to make do with cattle-truck class this way. Not so unbearable, as it’s only a short hop.
As I haven’t checked in a bag, I’m straight out of the terminal and into a taxi with minimal fucking around.
Soon I’m opening my front door. Inside Dolores is waiting with tea. As always.
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