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Forgot my iPhone in the aircraft

A lot happened on the trip to Greece. On the nerve, we had a stopover in Istanbul and we didn't want to sit in an airport for three hours. Me (Peter) and my two blogger friends checked that there was a five-star hotel 12 minutes from the airport. Done and done, here we go! I will also tell you how I forgot my iPhone in the aircraft.

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Better to be in the sun than in an airport

Through passport control to enter Turkey, out to a taxi and after exactly 12 minutes we were on the spot in a five-star hotel in Turkey. We went to the pool and had a couple of beers and just enjoyed the heat and sun. We had an hour before we had to go back and then that stopover was gone.

Hotel i Istanbul
We had a cosy time in the sun

Returning from Greece

On the way home from Greece there was a stopover again in Istanbul. Out of the plane, bus to the terminal and into the airport and, and, and, and, where is my phone? With all the credit cards, driving licences, the phone and all the videos from Greece that I hadn't transferred to the computer yet. Shiiiit in the lingons! How could this happen?

I was very tired with 5-hour nights and a lot to experience in two days and three nights. There were covered pockets on the back of the aircraft seats instead of nets, and I forgot my mobile phone in a hurry.

Glömde min Iphone i flygplanet
Ohhhh Noooo. Photo:Pixabay

Forgot my iPhone in the aeroplane

I rushed back to where I came from but they wouldn't let me in. They just said to go to lost luggage. I ran with my heart pounding and followed the signs. Istanbul is not a small airport and apparently I had to go out again through customs to enter Turkey and there was a queue. Now my heart rate went up even more because I didn't want the flight to leave again, because my iPhone was there on the flight.

Klockan går
Come on!!! Photo: Pixabay

Stress

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I swear to myself when I get stressed and it's not often that I do. Why the hell does it take so long to show your passport and enter Turkey? Obviously for all acts, but my brain wasn't on that planet at the time. STOP THE FLIGHT was the only thing on my mind.

Finally through and I ran after the signs and arrived at lost luggage. I got a "sorry you're in the wrong place and it's on the other side over there". I turned round and ran again. Time passed and now the plane had been on the ground for 25 minutes.

Tiden går
Help!!! Photo: Pixabay

More stress

I finally arrived and they said that Turkish Airways is not here so you have to go to the "Domestic hall", ten minutes away. Thank you and hello! I ran off and got lost, asking everything from car hire to security staff.

I was drenched in sweat, 30 degrees centigrade heat and now 40 minutes had passed. I started thinking that if some kind soul on earth finds it, and hands it over to a flight attendant, maybe I can get my best mate back.

Stress
I'm going crazy! Photo: Pixabay

Even more stress

I came to a new place that had forgotten luggage and this must be it. Everyone was drinking coffee and talking to each other but no one saw me. I interrupted them with panic in my voice "I forgot my iPhone in the aeroplane", can you help me? You are in the wrong place! But what the heck... what's wrong with the world?

It was just me against an airport and someone should see the panic in my eyes. Where the hell ... hell ... is there anyone who can tell me where to go? It's over there!

Mer stress
IIIIIIIPhone!!! Photo: Pixabay

Happy Friday

I came to a small hatch in the wall of the domestic hall and I looked like a sad dog after almost an hour. I forgot my iPhone on this plane and I showed the ticket. Is it an iPhone 5 they asked and took it out.

Resignedly, I said that it is not mine and I wanted to report that I had lost my precious phone. They brought out another sealed plastic bag with a phone, and asked if it could be mine. It's MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!!!

Min telefon
YEEEEEEEESSSSS

Totally exhausted and sweaty, I said thank you for a three-hour stopover. I went through three security checkpoints with a smile on my face, people were crowded and I stood with a smile and let them crowd, mess, well, mess in many ways. It took me 45 minutes to get back and I didn't mind. I slept like a baby from Istanbul to Stockholm. Happy Friday, dammit!

Did you miss the last Happy Friday? Read the Temporary jetty and salvage of houses

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