It seemed that we pushed back 20 minutes late, and the drive to Polderbaan is another 15 minutes. But on this flight the time can easily be made up.


Little queue of planes.


Up up and away!


Farewell Holland!


Kosher meal.

Aah I didn't really enjoy the meal I'm afraid to say. A little bland. Even the dessert went back half eaten.

Service was excellent however. They were very attentive and speedy with getting the meals out. The IFL turned out to be a bit of a polyglot: his BA badge showed English, Spanish and Dutch but he greeted Mr 1D in Indonesian and turns out he could also speak Surinamese.

Before long the first officer introduced himself to let us know there would be 10 mins to landing.


Twickenham, where handball is not against the rules.


Heathrow terminal 5.


Hmm galleries south looks empty...


Not empty.

I'm sorry I haven't updated but I've been chatting with a lovely couple from SF who now live in São Martinho do Porto. They have been on holiday in Scotland but also seen Bruce Springsteen twice recently, once at Anfield and again at the Ajax Arena. These are my home stadiums. And I've been to SF seven weeks ago. And have been to São Martinho three times when I was younger since a friend's Mum retired there. So loads to talk about.

Then my brother arrived at Heathrow. I told him I was in GS and had a seat for him by the loos. "Just turn left when you get in." After 10 minutes I get a phone call, yes old fashioned telephone call, because he can't find me, because I was ignoring whatsapps, because it wasn't turn left, but turn right! Meh what's the difference, really?

Now we're on BA1334 ready to depart for Newcastle upon Tyne.