The KLM flight to Amsterdam boarded just on sun rise.
Bleary eyed I sank back into the airline seat cherishing memories of the warm
bed from which I had recently removed myself back at the hotel. The taxi out to
the runway took us past the two dilapidated Iraqi Airways’ jets reminding me
that there was at some point in time a more convenient and comfortable means of
reaching Baghdad.
The routine fight landed at Amsterdam-Schiphol Airport
4 hours later and after a short stopover I was on my way to Finland.
Enough distance and time had elapsed between me and
the Middle East at that stage for the excitement of this new adventure to begin
rising and I eagerly watched the glorious golden forests and sparkling lakes
pass underneath the plane as we made our approach into Helsinki.
Shortly after we were touching down at Helsinki-Vantaa
Airport and after a short taxi ride into the Finnish capital I was checked into
a small but comfortable hotel near the heart of the city.
With sleep beckoning and a strong desire to reacquaint
myself with a soft bed I was soon drifting off into a surreal slumber to the
thoughts of what lay beyond the border which was now as little as 150kms to the
east.
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