Not helping was the fact that I still wasn’t checked in as the British Airways covid document verification had failed to work (turns out that the Dutch locator form they insisted I had to fill out wasn’t required and that jammed their system up), so once I got to the airport, I still had to check-in and even at City you can’t leave it to the last minutes to check-in.
The taxi eventually got to the airport 50 minutes before my departure time, so still 30 minutes ahead of check-in closing, but still a lot tighter than I would have liked.
City Airport itself was very busy and in the end I had to walk all the way down to Gate 7 to find anywhere to sit. Thankfully it turned out that this was a good idea as a few minutes later the screens updated to show we would be leaving from Gate 9 so I was able to quickly wander down and be at the front of the queue for boarding – ensuring I could get my luggage into the overhead bins.
An uneventful if very quick flight across to Amsterdam, and for the first time in a very long time we landed on a runway next to the terminal, rather than the one that takes 15 minutes to taxi from.
The tales of chaos at Schiphol had been on a par with those at Manchester and Heathrow, which was part of the reason for going hand luggage only, so I was quite surprised at how quickly I was able to pass through immigration – I thought I was going to be in a queue there for hours, but in the end I was through in under 5 minutes, and 10 minutes later was already sat on the train to go the one stop to the town of Hoofddorp and my hotel for the night.
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