That is what we heard from the Delta agent as we came off our plane in Amsterdam. After being delayed for almost three hours in Atlanta with mechanical problems, we had finally made it across the Atlantic to Amsterdam--and missed our flight by about twenty minutes! The agent informed us that there were no other flights that day to Cape Town, so it was a day in Amsterdam for us, with a flight out Tuesday morning.
Since Sarah lived in the Hague, she donned her wooden clogs and began speaking Dutch to everyone. Who are we kidding? All the Dutch speak English better than the average American high school student and couldn't be more welcoming. We stayed in Haarlem but took the train to Amsterdam Centraal Station. We spent the day walking around the canals, sipping hot drinks in a cafe surrounded by young Dutch, visiting the lovely Van Gogh Museum, and having a light dinner.
Tuesday, we, let's see here, spent on the plane. Almost 12 hours from Amsterdam to Cape Town! It was exhausting. Lots of movies, video games, and books passed the time. We finally got here, and we're now at the Cape Heritage Hotel, which is lovely. We are thankful to be here and can't wait to start our African adventure properly tomorrow!
PS: To add insult to injury, KLM left my bag on the tarmac in Amsterdam and got all my underwear soaked. Thanks, KLM!
Cape Heritage Hotel Web Site
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When did you start wearing you own underwear anyway? I thought you always wore Sarah's?
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