When you think you’ve booked a trip to Austria and arrive at Oslo’s Gardermoen Airport, you know your journey has been planned by a man who hasn’t planned at all.
“You keep going on about Austria - you know we’re in Norway, right?” My wife said.
I threw her a patronising glance from over hunched shoulders as I pushed our luggage through arrivals.
“Ermmm, think I know where I booked Kris….” I replied.
She laughed, and I looked over at her again.
“The pictures you showed me were of Innsbruck Austria, this Gardermoen in Oslo”, My wife affirmed.
I slowed to a stop and shook my head, tutting, “Do you know how ridiculous you’re about to look - Oslo is in Austria.” I said, searching the airport for evidence to back me up. I looked around, then down at the ticket stubs - then at the flags dotted around, and finally back at Kris.
“Shit - I could have sworn Oslo was in Austria?” I remarked.