04.07.2016 - 04.07.2016
Time to travel back home. Even though New York is one of my favorite cities I do get enough of it after one week. Maybe it’s the constant noise of traffic? Or the crowded people on the streets? I don’t know. But it’s an intense city with a lot of impressions and experiences that physically and emotionally drains your energy. But is it not just that which contributes to the charm of New York?
We got up at 8 am and packed the rest of our things in our suitcases. We checked out at 11 am and got to Penn Station and the metro. From here you take the E-train to Jamaica station and then switch to Air Train to JFK Int’l Airport. We had already checked in online for the flight, so all we had to do were to get boarding passes and baggage tags and then drop the bags at self drop. Simple and easy, almost no queue at Delta Air Lines counters. Unfortunately the queue to security check was long. But we had plenty of time. The last week of terrorist attacks in e.g. Istanbul, had led the US to high alert and enhanced the security at all their international airports, so we wanted to have plenty of time to clear all procedures getting home.
Then we had to kill some time before boarding started. The speaker in the departure hall called stubbornly for a passenger destined for Abu Dhabi. Danny and I happened to sit near that specific gate and could see the plane bound for Abu Dhabi. It was an Airbus 380, in other words the world’s largest passenger airplane. So I can understand that the flight crew wanted to get a hold of that passenger. Otherwise the ground staff would be forced to identify and unload the missing passenger’s bag out of hundreds of checked-in bags (an A380 can carry up to 615 passengers) and leave that bag behind here in New York. And that was exactly what the ground staff had to do. I watched them dejectedly unloading the bag containers again to look for the bag. Not fun. Nowadays the probably know in which container the bag is, but if unlucky the container could be in the back of the plane.
When we finally boarded the plane and sat in our seats it was nice to know you were on the way home, even though it would take more than 8 hours back home to Stockholm Arlanda Airport. When we finally touched down at Arlanda we had suddenly changed date and time to July 5th just before 8 am. You were just so-so fuddled in your body. But after refilling you stomach you came around and just wanted to get on the train and just get back home. For once the train arrived and departed as planned. That doesn’t happen very often nowadays. But suddenly it happens