Normally, I wouldn’t really make a post about going home, but this time it was actually quite eventful. Read about it and my thoughts about this day here:

Problem number one – The broken printer
After breakfast we grabbed our luggage and headed down to the lobby. The bus picking us up arrived a bit earlier than expected, but we still had time hugging the lovely staff goodbye. It was actually okay that we didn’t had to worry about finding a taxi to go to the airport and I actually think that it was cheaper to go with the bus provided by the travel agency. There were several guides in the airport. They were there to help with any questions and make sure that everyone got through smoothly. My mum and I both felt a bit like cattle when we were ordered, by one of the guides, to stand in line outside of the airport and then walk in line into the airport when the crowds had disappeared a bit. We quickly reached the check-in desk and checked in with no problems, but all the sudden the printer stopped working, so we couldn’t get our boarding passes. I felt really bad for the woman work there. It was obvious that it stressed her a lot that the printer wasn’t working.  There were so many people in line and without a printer she couldn’t check them in. I dropped off our luggage to security and soon after she was able to print our boarding passes. 


Flying out of Kos, the view from my window

The airport is one if the smallest I have ever visited! It has three gates – which is just three doors in the same room. The departure “hall” was packed! There was hardly a centimetre that wasn’t occupied by someone. However, the crowds disappeared quickly when the two small planes where fully boarded. There were only two small shops and two sandwich bars at the departure “hall” and nothing more….as I said it was really small! (But I have actually been to two airports that were smaller – one didn’t even had a shop )

Problem number two – the smoking lady
All the sudden I could smell smoke. At first I was a bit confused, I couldn’t understand why I could smell smoke until I realized that there was a woman smoking in the airport, just a few metres from me! There were signs everywhere saying that smoking was not allowed and several people asked her to stop, but she just cursed at them – telling them not to bother. It was not before my mum went into the shop to inform the personal that she stopped. She most have noticed my mum walking into the shop, because she quickly dropped the cigarette and quickly got away from there. Not only did she smoke in a place where she was allowed to do so, she also dropped her cigarette on the floor (without stubbing it out) where kids were playing! I couldn’t believe it. Thankfully a woman just next to her saw it and stubbed the cigarette and threw it out. How can people be so careless of others? I just don’t get it.


My suitcase

Problem number three – The broken suitcase
The flight home went painless, but when we got home I received a small surprise. My suitcase wasn’t really looking the same as when we left Kos. Seriously, it was a complete mess. The sides where broken, the frame was oblique and it looked like it had been dragged long the airplane lanes…..I am glad the bag wasn’t expensive. It was not the best way of ending a vacation, but s**t happens. I was a bit annoyed, but nothing more when I went to the baggage desk. Here I asked about my opportunities. Here I was met by an employee who wasn’t in her best mood. She wouldn’t really write a damage rapport, because it was more or less my own fault when buying a cheap suitcase. According to her I wouldn’t get anything from my insurance, because the suitcase was still able to stand up without falling apart. There weren’t a thing that wasn’t wrong about me complaining, but I insisted on getting the damage rapport (and by the way I got a full refund from my insurance). It wasn’t the best ending on a lovely holiday, but we have decided not to make it influence our feeling about this trip 🙂 

Have you ever tried anything similar? Read about the other days in Kos right here


Siden jeg var barn har jeg drømt om at tage ud og rejse. I år 2011 tog jeg for første gang afsted på en længere rejse. Det endte med at blive seks måneders solorejse og siden har jeg blot forsat med at rejse. Jeg elsker kultur, at se steder som jeg ikke har set før og mødet med de lokale. Jeg rejser sjældent med en guidebog eller kort, da jeg er ret god til at finde vej og elsker at gå på opdagelse. Til gengæld er også jeg utrolig god til at miste mine ting og burde snart indberegne erstatning for mistede ting i mine budgetter....

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