So begins my Holland to Holland adventure, one in which I don’t get horlan in the end. And it’s starting really well because the flight was relatively empty which means … I have the whole freaking row to myself!! Woohoo!
Sure beats last year’s trip to Tokyo when I got a fat male angmoh next to me. And the icing on the cake must surely be the whiskies I had during the flight. I don’t know what grade Johnny Walker Red label is, but I think it’s definitely better than the black.
Typing this at a cafe/pub near where I’m staying where I got chatted up by an old gent by the name of Micky The wifi’s acting up, so gonna continue this another time.
Am typing this in a I half suspect he’s the owner of the joint.
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