I picked up souvenirs for the kids at Heathrow airport and hung out for a while in the KLM World Club lounge. I flew into Amsterdam, hit the duty free liquor store (20 Euro for a 12 year bottle of Jamesons), bought some more souvenirs and the boarded my plane. I watched movies (Lucky number Slevin, A Scanner Darkly and Click) while I sat next to Anastasia, an 80 year old woman from the Ukraine. Anastasia spoke almost no English and it took me about 30 minutes to help her fill out her customs information and immigration forms. Questions that seem pretty simple, like "What city did you fly out of" or "What's your middle name?" don't translate well into English. Just saying the words slower doesn't really work either. Eight hours straight on an airplane in coach is painful, especially after you burn through both laptop batteries. The seat back had these cool little interactive computer systems you could select movies and play games on, but mine seemed to be the only one on the airplane that kept crashing (it was Linux based, and not Microsoft based as you might guess).