The power of snowflakes
19.12.2010 - 20.12.2010 -8 °C
In early October I booked my flight back to Sweden for Christmas celebration. It was flawless. I thought. Then it happened. Europe got snow. Since I'm from Sweden I'm not really impressed of the amount of snow that fell, but it was still enough for London closing down all their airports for a couple of days just when me and everyone else wanted to travel. Splendid. My Bulgarian and American flatmates were off to Amsterdam, but got back due to cancellation, my Dutch flatmate didn't get home until three days later, my Swedish friend got stuck in London on a business trip over the weekend and thousands, and again thousands of people got stuck in London.
Personally I didn't fancy the idea of spending my Christmas in the UK, and I didn't wanted to take the risk of having Scandinavian Airlines rebooking my flight so I made a decision, I'll find an alternative day. Firstly I got stuck in Waterloo after a night out with my Swedish friend and his colleagues and had to take a cab home. I couldn't sleep because I was so nervous of not getting to Sweden in time. So one hour of sleep and beep beep I got the SMS at 9 o'clock from SAS: "Your flight is cancelled." Nothing else, nothing about how I should do now. Thanks. Not.
I scanned the internet and found a train to Brussels and a very expensive flight from Brussels to Stockholm via Copenhagen, but what the heck, I needed to get to Sweden! So I booked it and two hours later I was at St Pancras station waiting for my train to Belgium. By then all the train tickets until two days later was sold out (in two hours! Phew!). I waited, I waited. And waited. My train was delayed because of the snow and infrastructure problems in France. Now I got nervous again because I realised I should not reach Brussels in time to catch my flight. So I had my dad checking up how I should do while I was (very comfartable I must say) cruising from UK to Belgium via France. Then he said that my flight was cancelled and we were all so happy since it was impossible to get through to SAS! Well at least I could get my flight rebooked in the morning. Then I just needed a hotelroom, which my dad so nice booked for me. I was too tired to explore any of Brussels and very sick of rolling that suitcase in the snow.
The day after my alarm woke me up at 5.30, another night without much sleep, but what the heck, off we go. When I caught the train to the airport within one minute I felt it was my lucky day! I got to the airport by 7AM and after checking all the desks someone finally could tell me that SAS didn't have an own desk. Then I got two alternatives, fly to Sthlm around 5PM which was impossible since I had to be in Gothenburg by then, or go to Copenhagen with the 10:40 flight. Fine let's do it, and then take the train. Great! Then while at the gate in time for boarding there was a delayed Frankfurt flight that should depart before we could board and I tried to check the screen but they were all covered by delayed or cancelled flights! Oh my god, not again was my thought but we made it! Only 10 minutes delayed I got to Copenhagen and could take a train to Kungsbacka where mom picked me up.
This trip was not enjoyable at all but afterwards while reading the newspapers I was glad that I did it, because otherwise it would have been a big risk of not getting to Sweden in time for Christmas. And I wasn't delayed to Gothenburg, only that I missed out meeting my boyfriend the evening before, so he had to drive alone in the snow 500 km, but it went fine.
We celebrated Christmas with my family at my summerhouse. This picture is from the day my boyfriend and I got to the beach:
In the end all was good and it's something I will always remember.