Actually I like snow – usually
Oh Lord. What a day. What a snowfall. And what a chaos! One thing is for sure – As soon as one rejoices over that stuff is good, and you have a tailwind, so you can be sure it turns around the next bend. I have not held their fire when it comes to boast of my delicious days at the end of this period.
I have mostly stayed me in a hotel room. Today I wanted to just fly three short flights, and go effortlessly into holidays. Not this time.
Today alarm clock rang exactly 4:30. Flight attendants at room 319 came out pretty smoothly out of bed, into the shower and into uniform. I was fit high on the idea that I should just fly over to Oslo, back to Bergen, and once over to Oslo. The time 10:35 would be the day of, and I intended arrival in sofa corner about half past eleven.
First trip over to Oslo began quite smoothly. We set off from Bergen on time, but promptly got time trouble. As we approached Oslo, we were placed in the holding and ran three laps before we landed. And you world. There was a lot of snow provided. We found street 19 C in a snowdrift, and let passengers sliding down the stairs. We arrived a little late from Oslo again, as we had blizzard around us, and it was de-ice line at least up to Minnesund. But the real problems did not start until we went from Bergen the very last time. We got slightly inward Hardangervidda, before the captain called out to us and told Oslo airport had closed tavern. Rygge and Torp also had conditions which would not permit, so we were nicely bound to steer back to Bergen.
Well, we landed at the airport again, de-board from passengers and crew went to the room. There we sat for a few hours before we were told to go out to the plane and drop passengers in again. New departure was set to 2:15 p.m., but one slot time indicated not departing before 5:17 p.m.. Hallooooo?!? Slotten was eventually improved, and about four o’clock we went finally unleashed from Bergen.
At five o’clock in the afternoon I could finally wander out to a snowbound car. Inside in a parking garage. Is it possible? About six hours late today, then, and the fine day had been crappy. But no matter how long my work day has been, so one can not really complain. Mind goes of course to the tragic happened in the French Alps. I’ve decided not to comment on it much, but irritates me greatly over the Norwegian press. «That gets you into the cockpit.» «The autopilot was set at 30 meters altitude.» Ahh …. pressure goblins!
Now I sit at home. It is almost midnight and the work period is definitely over. Now I look forward to wonderful holidays. Maybe it becomes a wintry walk in North Marka. Must the application of all this snow to something sensible. Hope your day was not too damaged by the snow. Cheers.