Hanging out at the airport has been surprisingly quiet. The prices here are almost in line with everyday Switzerland prices. There is a small rush around 17:00 and then it gets quiet. A little excitement when a lady has a health problem at the counter but all ends well. I spend hours watching you tube and am very pleased to discover some new talent. It's a young rapper by the name of Froggy Fresh (formerly Krispy Kreme). His rhymes are pretty weak and the production value is low so I think that's why he took off. Now however, he's outlasted his 15 minutes, has out out an album, and appears to still be going strong. Some of his stuff is actually pretty good. I'm not sure what his story is but I wish him the best and hope that James gets what's coming to him.
Around 2 am, I choose a spot behind the plants and set up my mattress and sleeping bag. Unlike most travellers, I am well set up for urban camping. Around 4 though, it suddenly gets very noisy and I see the place is packed. People walk past me and I suspect they are making comments. What? You never saw anyone sleeping on the floor? :) Funny thing is though, I've longed stopped caring. I do wake up and am able to get checked in without much hassle.
It will be nice to get back to home and to what I do best: being a living, devoted, compassionate, and caring husband. If this act doesn't get me "Husband of the Year", l don't know what will. I don't want to use the word Hero lightly but I think it could very well apply in this case. Just common courtesy really...