Crete
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Thursday 24. September |
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Inger Johanne's parents took us to Gardermoen. It was plenty of glass and steel there. We found the counter and checked in. They were concerned that Inger Johanne's suitcase would be too large for the baggage handling system, but they took the chance. It was heavy too, about 26 kg. The plane was more or less on schedule, we took off at 06:30. It was a DC-10 from Premiair, carrying almost 380 passengers. Not exactly the newest, fanciest aircraft I have seen, but fair enough. We had window seats with a nice view at row 14. We were served breakfast on board, hot omelette with rolls, cheese and strawberry jam. Juice and water were sold at NOK 20,-. We slept quite a bit on the plane, as we had stayed up all night packing.
It was a half-hour trip to the hotel, and we had to return to the airport after a few minutes to let off someone who had got on the wrong bus, so we were a bit delayed. The hotel, Alex Apartments, was the nice, home-like kind, with a load-mouthed owner, Alex. He had a low-voiced wife and a load-mouthed sun. We had Raki served when we arrived, a local Cretan liqour they make from the left-overs after wine production. It tasted awful, but then again, one can't be unpolite either. Luckily, it was just a small glass.
After lunch, we went down to the supermarket to buy some water, mineral water, snacks, chocolate, post cards, stamps and Bailey's. Then we slept for a while. We were woken up by Alex banging on the door, telling us that dinner was ready. It was a bit cold when we came down, obviously we were a bit late. We went to sleep around midnight and set the alarm at 9 to avoid oversleeping the welcome meeting at 10 the next day.
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