I thought I’d include a post detailing Denise’s journey from Stockholm Centralen after I left her on the Arlanda Express. This was a post she made on Facebook:
Well, what a sucky ending to my wonderful holiday.
I stupidly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking not far now even though it was a lot later than I was comfortable about. The train takes off & it’s only supposed to take 20 minutes as it’s an express 
well 10 mins in the train stops & there’s an announcement that there are a line-up of trains so we have to wait here until it clears 
by now I’m absolutely stressed to the max.
I finally get to the airport with no time to spare, so I’m running to the check in to book my suitcase in & I get told the flight is booked & would I like to change my flight to a different one 
I said no as I had already checked in the day before & I was just checking in my bag.
After a bit of conversation he booked in my bag & told me to go straight to customs then straight to the gate. By now I’m so panicked I feel sick. I get to customs & of course my bag pinged, so I had to unpack my bag then they re-scanned it while I’m explaining I’m going to miss my flight which they don’t care about. I finally grab my stuff & run to the gate.
I finally get there feeling like I could vomit or cry or both, for them to tell the plane has been delayed, so relax .
Apparently the weather was bad at Dubai, so the plane couldn’t leave, so it made it late getting to Stockholm. Three hours later, with one of those hours spent sitting on the plane on the tarmac, we finally took off. I’m now stressed about my connecting flight at Dubai 
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Of course, we arrive In Dubai as my flight is taking off . I got to the counter in the massive airport to ask someone what I do now & they had a new flight for me for the next day with a voucher to stay at the airport hotel. By the time I found where I had to go to get the shuttle bus, it was 4:30 am. I get to the hotel & get told I will get a wake-up call at 7:00 to take me back to the airport. I’m lucky if I got two hours sleep.
I’m now at the airport eating a croissant & drinking a latte waiting for my next flight, a lovely 14 hours to Brisbane. I then realised the bus was picking me up at Brisbane airport Friday night, but I won’t be there. Thank goodness I got hold of my sister & she managed to change it for me.
I’m hoping everything will go smoothly from here 
As we told Denise, when you have a journey like this, it makes for a great blog post. So there you have it, a classic.
