
As I mentioned in my previous post a trip had been organised for Amsterdam over the summer; and Amsterdam I visited too. I was, for the second time in my life, sitting on a Ryanair flight at an ungodly time in the morning head-bound for Amsterdam airport, trying desperately not to drift off into a slumber.
The flights to Amsterdam from the UK are short - very short. The plane barely seems to level out throughout the entire journey; more accurately, it simply spends the first twenty-two and a half minutes of the journey taking off and the later twenty-two and a half minutes landing, much like God almighty just tossed the plane himself.




