We had plenty of time in the morning - we had a relaxing breakfast, packed our last things and were ready to leave the hotel at . We arrived at the airport at about
We had to get through passport control, as did 1000’s of others. No real queue structure had been formed. It took over 45 minutes, with everybody squashed together like a tin of sardines, just trying to reach the promised land of passport control. We were hot, sweating and tired. Then it took another 15 minutes to get through security. By the time we are through there was only 15 minutes to take off, and ‘Boarding’ was already flashing next to SK996 to Copenhagen.
ran to the gate, without any time to use the last of our Chinese money - that we
aren't allowed to take out of the country. At the gate, it turned out that we needed to stand in more queues, as
we are to be bussed to the aircraft. By the time we are settled into our seat, we all needed a shower. Steven really
felt like he looked in the
Steven really felt like he looked in the picture below!
course take-off is delayed – as we miss the infamous slot time due to late
arriving passengers (surprise, surprise), and sit and wait for over an hour. For
Daji, the novelty of flying had
already worn off, and he started messing with
everything, becoming more and more loud and more and more difficult. When we finally
did take off,
they served the food fairly quickly and Daji was quiet again. Only eight hours to go, and he’s showing no
signs of sleeping. “Stuart Little” to the rescue.
started to watch the film about a mouse that can talk and lives with ‘real’
people: Stuart Little 2. He saw it 4 times through the duration of
the flight, and was equally occupied with it each time. SAS served the adoptive
parents a glass of champagne – a nice touch (and probably thanks to the fact that
Dorthe’s brother was one of the flight attendants). Daji slept an hour during
the flight and only screamed the few minutes Steven visited the toilet. We survived.
We made our final farewells to the other families and children; went through passport control – no queues – collected our luggage – it’s all there; and out to meet Thomas and Lene's brother, who had just arrived to take us home.