Final Blog Sri Lanka

I'm finally home. It has been a long trip home from Sri Lanka. I woke up at 12.30 AM Sunday (local Sri Lanka time), went to the airport at 1 AM. My flight left at 4.30 AM and I had my first breakfast on that flight. My flight from Doha left at 8.45 AM local Qatar time. So I had my second breakfast on that flight. Then they also served an additional sandwich before landing in Sweden 14.20 local time. It is safe to say that I had enough of breakfast and bread on the trip. Now I will be back on my normal GI diet. I'm so looking forward to it.

By the way - even if I love to travel, I always appreciate the little things when I'm back home. Like:

• That I most of the time can get food that is good for me. See example above
• That I can go to the kitchen and get a glass of pure good-tasting water from the tap, instead of carrying a bottle around
• That I can do my own laundry (So many clothes of mine have been destroyed by hotel laundry)
• That I know I will have hot water in the shower
• That my bed is comfortable and warm
• and so on….

But that the way it should be, right? There is no place like home.

Is it just me or do you also wonder about the story around some people's behavior? There were especially 2 stories that got me going on my way home:

At the gate in Sri Lanka a woman before me in the line was stopped because her boarding card wasn't approved. She immediately stated that it had something to do with her hand luggage. According to her it was gone, but she had 2 bags with her. Already there I started to wonder about the story. Did she have yet another bag as hand luggage and someone had stolen it? How could than then affect her boarding card? Or was she forced to check-in a bag that she wanted to have as her hand luggage, but again - how could that affect her boarding card. Then when I finally boarded the plane the woman was sitting next to the entrance (on the flight attendant seat) drinking a glass of water, looking a bit sick. What had happened?? Was she maybe a con artist - playing some kind of game. With a little bit of imagination you can write a whole story based on that woman's behavior. :-)

On the same plane yet another thing happened. When I arrived to my seat (Window row 16) a young girl sat on the seat next to mine. You know - one of those middle seats which is the last place you want to sit (I prefer window, then aisle - others prefer aisle then window. No one wants the middle seat). She acted a bit confused when I came, but I didn't think more about it. Until another lady came and gave her notice that it was her seat the young girl sat in. The young girl's ticket stated row 32?!! Now some questions arise: was it the first time she flew and she thought it was free seating? Why did she then chose the worst seat - the middle one?? Did she just want to sit on another seat? Why didn't she then wait until everyone was onboard, so she could see where there were seats available? Or was she just playing some kind of game?? So many questions….

Anyhow - I'm home, have unpacked everything and soon I will have done all my laundry as well. It feels good in a way, even if I would have preferred to have some more vacation. But that have to wait. Until then my blog is paused for this time. Take care everyone! Thank you so much for following me around the world!