This is it, then. My bags are packed, almost the entire 28 kilos they allow. (Dragging my luggage to the airport by bus will be a nice morning workout.) My home is ready to be "abandoned" for three months. I had bye-bye dinner with my sister and our friend. I even said bye to my sister's chipmunks.
As if it wasn't stressful enough to try to remember everything, Blue1 arranged a nice little surprise by sending me an SMS in the afternoon, saying my flight was cancelled. My first thought was, goddam volcanic ash, not again! But na-ah, it was a good old strike. Pilots gone ballistic about something. Now, I do believe that people should have the right to go on strike if they're being treated unfairly. But, after six months of combining frequent flying with endless strikes, delays, lost luggage, technical problems and - when all else failed - volcanic ash, I do believe in my right to skin these pilots alive. Seriously, I'm this close to getting rid of airlines for three months, and that's when you start misbehaving?!
At the moment things are looking good, though. They booked me on another flight, then cancelled that, but booked me on a third one. After queuing for ages on their service line, of course. All they did voluntarily was send me a text message.
Anyways, better go to bed and hope I won't be woken up by any unpleasant messages. Bon voyage to me, see you guys in Sweden!
-Karoliina
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