My layover in Amsterdam was just about right , 3 hours, enough to stretch legs, see what’s there, get a bite, and avoid airport burnout. As would be expected in Amsterdam, the KLM hub, the airport club there was large and well-stocked. Of particular note, was the ground-fresh-per-cup espresso/cappuccino machine. US Airport clubs could learn a lot from the Dutch about tasty coffee.
The Amsterdam airport is very clean and elegant, even sporting a fine art gallery, and I think they have hit upon an solution to the economic challenges facing the airline industry: In-Airport Casinos!
Another great idea for keeping the place clean—targets in the urinals. Now, I’ve seen little spiral targets in urinals in the US before, but the ones here really inspired careful aim—they are little, realistic fly pictures embedded in the porcelain! At first, I imagined I was just fortunate, being able to wash a wandering fly down the hole, but then I noticed it wasn’t moving. Renewing my efforts but to no avail, I realized that indeed this was not a real fly. Upon further inspection, it was evident that all four of the urinals in the men’s room had a fly in the exact same spot! Clever, very clever.
I did not make it to the Meditation Center.
Fortune smiled on me for the last leg of the trip, as I was able to get a seat change and had an extra wide aisle on my left and an empty seat on my right, thus being able to spread out without fear of tripping a flight attendant. I attempted to watch the really-old-Harrison-Ford Indiana Jones movie, and it had the desired effect. I went to sleep and woke up when we were an hour away from Nairobi. Thus I arrived in good condition, ready to stand in line at immigration.
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Andrew,
My son Joel is currently in Nairobi. He's taking a leave from his duties working in Sudan with SIM. He will be there for 2 weeks. If I see where you will be I'll let him know. Even a face he doesn't know very well will be a welcome face as long as it is from home.
Janet Beckett
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