Flying home after a 6 month stay in South America.

Route Caracas to Lisbon - change flight - go to Copenhagen, then train.

The return journey was much shorter home than the journey over. That was good as we had had a screaming baby all the way through. Tired, crackling loud speaker, not understanding Portugese, I got off the plane with all my hand luggage, yes I did have a lot.

Am standing in a queue, thinking this does not look like the airport at Lisbon - not at all - but I persevered anyway. Then I thought "this looks like a passport queue, what is going on? In the end I asked someone if this was Lisbon. Oh dear, do you want to go to Lisbon? They managed to get me back to the plane after a mad dash - as it turned out this flight picked up a group of Swedish holiday makers.

There were a few comments as I went on the plane again as some people recognised me.

20 years ago this was and the embarrassment factor is still very high.

Birgy