First Flight II - The transit

This is a continuation of First Flight. Start with First Flight I.

It was a quite early morning. The sun is just out. I was asked to close my window blind earlier by my neighbor. I still do not understand why people want darkness if they are going to close their eyes. But I obliged. The captain's wake up call to all passengers was prompt. I now opened my window.
Wow!! what a sunrise! How green! How beautiful! A stream or a canal of water, a clean road, not so tall buildings, lush greens - pristine beauty of nature. Amsterdam at its very best. The touch down was a success. This was my first touch down. But no nerves this time.

My itenerary was clear. And the captain announced the connecting flights and gates. I also had a copy of the airport map. So I knew where I was going.
The airport was very big. Especially when compared to Chennai or Hyderabad (or Madurai!?!). But there were sign boards all around. So no problem until....
I stumbled across a display of a Renault F1 car. I was staring at for atleast 5 minutes. And there was a photographer near it. I was not sure whether to ask this guy as he was speaking only in Greek or Latin or some Nerdy language. But I summoned myself up and asked him the details for a photo. He said 10 bucks. This is when my currency convertor program booted to life. But whats the formula?? 50 or 70? It was fifty. Remember I had dollars as a lot of twenties. But the mind saw that as 500 rupees. Darn!! Too much for a photo.. Ten photos and I could buy a camera! But my heart said 'Please' but my mind said 'Hell No'.
Then the question of my life confronted me. The immigration interview is a notorious one. Its heart-breaking to fail an interview in a change over and go back home. "Why am I praying God now? I dunno! May be I am afraid... Darn! Lets face it!" First of all, I jumped the queue and guess what I did not understand what I did was almost criminal. In front of people with glaring eyes, I took the questions in a cool way and it was a template QA session until...
The immigration officer asked me for the address and I answered. "I am going to live in my friends' and its in Middleton".
"Okay, if you are going to live in Middleton, why have you booked your ticket to Madison?"
What the hell???
"May be there is no airport in Middleton"
"Oh! Makes sense!"
What the hell?? Was that a serious question? God save me and take me to my seat!
I was all excited to see new people aboard (in fact I was looking for some hot girls) until...

To be Continued...