My flight to Amsterdam was F U C K E D. After racing Nationals in KC I dropped AndyWilson off at the airport and then sat around for a few hours before my flight to Chicago.
Chicago airport was nuts! My flight was delayed and I had to do the baggage shuffle. My crazy overweight bags and bikes had to get re-organized and I ended up carrying on my cranks and some spare tubulars and stuff.
On the flight to Dubiln from Chicago, I got stuck next to a bratty loud kicking and screaming 4 year old. Throwing food and the whole bit. It sucked. Her mom was totally oblivious and she kept crying “mommommommommommommommommommommommommommom” till mom woke up. Then I would glare at her. This went on for 7 hours. She threw food on me.
Ah Dublin. Nothing like a good old stereotype. There is even a pub style pub for you. I swear everyone in the airport looks like they should be in a British gangster movie. It was such a trip. I’ve never been to the Isles.
So I miss my connection in Dublin because my Chicago flight was delayed four hours. And they lose my luggage in Dublin. But I don’t find out until I get to Amsterdam. So I get to wait another 4 hours in Dublin and then another 3 hours in Amsterdam waiting for my luggage.
Amazing. Then I get to drive 2 hours south to Leuven, drive around and find a flat I have never been too, at midnight.
But I got out and rode the next day.