Wednesday, April 8: Amsterdam: Foggy, otherwise cloudy

This time I had one spare seat next to me, so the armrest went up as soon as we were in the air and I could spread myself out a bit. The departure had been delayed on the runway for GKW reason, and I was doubtful about getting out of Schiphol Airport on the train by 8:30.

But first the flight had to be dealt with. I took in the latest incarnation of The Great Gatsby, which I thought was not only overly detailed, but extravagant to the point of revoking my suspense of disbelief. Then there was the Dead Poets Society as an expression of respect for the newly deceased, but as I say there wasn’t that much to choose from. Was sorry to have missed Birdman on the way over. Read more…