Finally...

Finally i made it back to Norway and Christmas celebration at my parents house. This will be the last time, as my parents are moving to a new house and another era in my life will have ended;0)

The trip from Ushuaia in South-America started Friday morning with a 3 hr 15 min flight to Buenos Aires in Argentina. Walking out of the door in Buenos Aires was a shock, it was 30 degrees warm and i was definately not used to this temperature. We waited almost one hour for our luggage before we got driven to the hotel, a very nice one, called the Melia, down-town Buenos Aires, close to the shopping streets and the old docks.
i walked around in the town for some time, before having a nice dinner with beef and red wine in the old docks, before walking back to the hotel to relax and doe some work.

Next morning i had a late breakfast and met up with some crew-members and had a good lunch on a street café, before our pick-up brought us to the international airport. The line here was enormously long and slow, and after some time we found out that the plane was delayed for six hours. After two hours we got our tickets changed and got a voucher for a free meal. This is deffinately a slow moving banana-country. we had some drinks and some wine to kill time and then entered the plane around midnight, ready to fase a fourteen hour flight to Frankfurt. the flight went ok, but there wasn´t much space so the sleep was so so...
Just before landing we were told that the airport was closed, due to heavy snow, so we had to circle around for one hour, before finally getting the landing permission. we really need to give these people some shovels and a course how to use them.

More lines, two hours to change the tickets again and then we had half an hour to run to the gate, far far away and go thought security again! Well we came to late to the gate just to know that there would be no plane before 2250 and that we had been running after an imaginary plane! Go figure the flow of information...

Well we got lucky and got a plane and space so we could fly home to Norway. Here the trains and buses had stopped driving at hrs 0000, so my parents had to drive up and pick me. I got my luggage and arrived home at hrs 0300, happy and lucky to have gotten back. Not the same for thousands of passengers in the rest of Europe...