A last going-away photo. A last hug to dear daughter. A taxi stops by the front door. Were off.
Going through customs in Toulouse is a tense affaire; the queue is long and slow. After standing still for 45 minutes, I begin to fear that we will miss our flight and maneuver over feet and grumbling passengers up to the regulating officer to negotiate skipping part of the queue. She tells me to be patient; it will soon be sorted out. This is hard to believe but there is nothing I can do so I decide to trust her. I have mentally walked through this hike for the past 2 years, ever since we came back from the Kungsleden, and there is no way we'll miss the flight so close to reaching our goal. Strangely enough, the queue disappears within minutes and we board our first leap north: Amsterdam!
Once boarded, lucky Markus gets 2 lunches! The sandwiches contain sesame and since eating one would mean an acute allergy oedema for me, I gladly give him mine and drink diluted coffee anticipating a nice thick creamy sandwich on board the next flight.
I lose my boarding pass in Amsterdam airport before reaching the gates to the Stockholm flight...
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