Zwolle – Schiphol
I have a soft spot for travel girls. Tan skin, natural look, that’s my type. From where I’m sitting I just catch her sunbleached bun over the headrest of the seat, unmistakeably a travel girl. My assumption is backed up by the presence of two huge backpacks in bright colours, with variable items dangling from it. A little girl with a big fat bag, I love it. Schiphol was on this track; her destination seems like a no-brainer. She gets up. Wow, a miss like this is rare! Her bun looked like it was about twenty years old, but when she turned around she revealed herself to be closer to fifty. My face hot, I slumped in my seat, evading her eye.