24 Hour Traveling

Arrived in Amsterdam 8 hours after departure.
Spent three hours walking around on Schipol airport. Fairly quiet and some of the booths were just opening up at seven in the morning.

On my second flight from Amsterdam to Johannesburg, I saw snow, central African drought, and a beautiful sunset.
I arrived well after 11 Monday evening and slept in a hotel on the airport.   Of course, my room was at the end of this hellish passage:

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