Trying to get to Athens,

First off, dear Topdeck, you may be the true love of my life, although I do still imagine you as a yummy block of milk and white chocolate, or my old sonyericson of the same name.

It really did break my heart leaving you, especially because I left before we reached our true potential, but Greece was calling me and the water baby inside me needed to go.

Now, you, Amersterdam, get your s*** together. I appreciate that you like me so much you want me to stay, but sabotaging my every attempt to leave is not very nice.

Trainstation, your ticket machines have an English option, very nice, semi easy to manage through, okay. Um... Sup with the paying thing? Do you not want my money? Won't take coins, cash or any of the three cards I had. Well f*** you too, I'll just line up over there then.

Only to get sent to another line,
Whats that? You have a plane to catch? We dont really care, says Amsterdam trainstation.

Ticket got. Extra service fee - because stupid machine wouldnt take my money - paid. Did the lady know where to catch the train from? No. Duh.

Next line.
"Train leaves from here. Maybe. I hope so."
"What do we do if it doesnt go?" (wtf??)
"Come back here and ask."
Did I not mention I need to catch a plane? Thank god we were organised enough to give ourselves more than enough time.

It took us two hours to complete a 30 minute trip.

Safe and sound? No. Now we are at the airport.

Airport, you need to get some better signs!! Check in 1 to 16 to the left, 17 to 30 to the right. Does my ticket say which one? Nope. Is Olympic airway written anywhere? No. Innie mini minnie mo? Yes.

Then line up, then over there. Check in all good. "Your bag is shaped funny. Go over there."
Where the hell is there?

Afterwards, there were so many people lining up that barries were being made out of tape. The lines were very teasing, weaving towards the gates and then swinging back away last minute. There were actually signs telling you approximately how much longer you had to wait, like going through security check was some sort of amusement ride.

Through with half an hour to kill/find gate, its breakfast time. Good old reliable breakfast muffin. Next, the gate, that just happens to be at the very very end, quite a walk away.

I think maybe you were hoping I'd get tired and stay, Amsterdam, I'm sorry, no, I'm going with Greece. Get your s*** together and I'll come back. I mean. Who can resist the rock and roll.