NORWAY - Sandvika

I arrive in Frankfurt, Germany at 0530 am, 24th September 2008. Now, that is chronologically accurate well.....at least to the minutes. This airport is weird. Ok, so I was a wee bit early for business but hell, its just a clutter of mess (if you compare to say...KLIA or Singapore airport). I have less reference of other airports since I do not linger that long there nor do I go to a lot of airports. Even in China, getting from 1 terminal to another is a breeze, the signs are clear and straight to the point.


But lucky enough, I get to where I wanna go with a lot of doubt in my head, which worries me since I was at the Immigration for quite sometimes. Got interviewed by the lady there (what? do I look evil and menacing enough to create damage?) I literally have to present every evidance that I got at my expense to satisfy her craving for urm....answer.



After that then there is a hassle of going thru the airport scanner which means I have to upload everthing metal in the bag which is a hassle. The guard there is cute (in a bearish kinda way...but that's not the point. You can strip search me anytime big boy!). It's fasting month by the way, no swaying of thoughts whatsoever. Oh yeah...I probably should have not written that down coz hubby will kick my ass (Gomenasai boo!)



Again, there is nothing there that can interest me, stuff there is a bit expensive even it says "Duty Free". Its cheap if you don't run the exchange rate calculator in your head. I bought a Hard Rock Cafe Oslo T-shirt (I'm soo gonna get lucky when I get back home). Mind out of the gutter people. And a teedy bear + Beer glass for a friend ( he wanted tee's for him the wifey but there are no larger size than S at that particular moment. Lucky me). Payment time and my card is not registering at the casher...crap. Now I have to fork out my cash instead and it just left me about 50 N0rwegian Krone which is about RM24. What can I but for that much money in Norway? Well just 2 bottles of 500ml carbonated drinks. My ticket thru and fro from hotel is much more expensive.

After that, I have no mood to traverse anymore, walk around the city a bit and then I make a U-turn and get a train back to Sandvika, surf for a while while waiting to breakfast. Occasional sleep.

The next two days are spend in class and lucky I was a bit converse about the things that they were lecturing about and I could afford to fall asleep once in a while. It's a 7hours time difference and yeah I was lagging a bit (or was it advance? hmmmmm). Finish class, take a shuttle back to station and walk abit before reaching hotel. Breakfast is as yesterday...buns and serunding daging plus some fruits I nick during lunch break. It'a paid for and I'm taking my share dammit.

After 2nd day in class was done, I'm packed and was looking forward to get back home. Pray to God that my card will not fail me when I needed it the most...just to get me a ticket to the airport and I'm homebound. Takkan nak cilok kut..bulan posa nih. Thank God I made it, man a lot of people on the train and the airport. Flight got delayed for 30 minutes and then another 15 minutes prior to landing and an alarm was begining to loudly blare inside my head. Can I make it in time? What about the gate and Immigration? And just my luck, I was on a que which seems for ages to reduce its load. The stamping dude was checking every spelling in the passpport while his collegue on the other booth was making progress like a revolution and I was cursing in my head. Lucky I got the other dude otherwise I'm gonna do some cynical and not so witty remarks which will probably got me in trouble and stripped search (what is it with me and strip search? I have no idea...must be the geoghraphical thingy).

I was almost on a frantic note looking for the departure gates and why do the have to built it damn far apart? Just In time and once on the flight I was stuck in the middle. Damn that check in lady, I told her aisle seat and she gave me the middle..curse her to hell! Lucky enough I was a good passenger and sleep most of the way, not fully asleep but I try to snooze as much as possble otherwise I'm gonna be one cranky SOB when I got home.

Plane stop for an hour transit in Bangkok, looking for sumthing nifty to buy, the bath salts looks nice but then a thought hit me...I don't have a bath tub. Duh...save my money there...Imagine that if I did buy the salts, then I have to get me bath tub. Now wouldn't that be crazy? So I didn't buy anthing, was tempted but not buying.

Reach KLIA safely and it's almost breakfast time. I save sumthing from the flight to just cukup syarat nak berbuka then get an ERL to KL sentral and hopping on the monorail to pick my car which I park in the office. Intelligent huh? At least I don't have to drive most of the way....or I could get me a taxi, which I'm not and that's that.

I still have a few ringing in my head and a slight stability problems...jet lag lah...not alcohol induce mind you.

Next week I'm off for a week plus, balik kampung la, cuti. I have not celebrate Raya for 6 years and I think I don't miss it that much since I'm not going from house to house and collect money heheheh.

P/s: For my fren Rizal who was here last week, sorry that I was not around much to hang out and do stupid stuff. Glad you manage to get something Good and bad this trip, valueable lesson in life I must say. Catch you around if I got any jobs over there. Be gud and have a pleasent Raya and Maaf Zahir dan Batin.