Caboose

I’m on my way home from a trip to Sweden, which will be my home from March. Unfortunately bus times have ensured I got to the airport far too early. Airports are not very exciting.

In fact it’s making me miss Nigerian motor parks, where there’s at least usually something going on. Catering options are better there too. Right now I’d love a plate of jollof rice and stew, instead of the chewy sandwiches available here.

Still, at least I know when the flight is due to leave, don’t have to wait for the plane to fill.