(Image courtesy of Digital Globe.)
Yesterday, my family, my sister's boyfriend and yours truly, were lucky enough to be able to go to Schiphol Airport to meet our sister. As the true scale of the disaster has become apparent in the past few days, I need not dwell on the signifance of the word 'lucky'. Otherwise, take a look at the satellite picture of the beach my sister was residing at. The brownish stuff beneath the waves is the beach her hotel was positioned next to.
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These photographs of my sister's homecoming probably say enough.
My sister, in the white top, walks into the arrivals hall. No thanks to the assholes at Martinair, my brother Richard and I were not allowed to meet her at the gate (my parents and her boyfriend were) so she got emotional all over again when she saw us. Happy food for the media, which had been kept away from said gate for this exact reason. Nice going, Martinair. I wonder why you still mainly do charters and have never become a proper airline. (Well, I guess my father could have given them a harder time as well, and my brother and I could have whined some if that hadn't helped, but anyway.) Her boyfriend, who is confusingly also called Richard, can be seen right behind my sister. Yeah, he's the bald guy. Must be the inside that counts.
Like I said, happy food for the media.
Like I said, happy f... Oh, sod it.
My sister and her boyfriend again. (The bald one is not my sister.)
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