Now that you are sitting in the taxi, you realise that your holiday is about to begin. You are looking forward to the experience, after all, you have paid a fortune for it. What with the extra costs in the preparation; you can now breathe. Only spending money to go through.
But I want you to wait for a minute because what you don’t realise is that you are soon to be a lot poorer than you anticipated. You see, you must survive the ...airport!
You know the place; The plastic card ‘money-no-object’ city!
Don’t get me wrong, the check in procedure is much better and quicker than it used to be with online check in. You are still asked the question; ‘Has anyone but yourself packed your bag?’ I honestly wonder what they would do if you answered facetiously; “Oh yeah. I let a stranger have a rummage around in it for a short while.”
However, jokes aside, once your cases are allowed through the weighing scales- (blessed relief). You are free to move on to departures.
But may I digress here; is it just me or does everyone else on your flight take advantage of the cases and on-board bags. I mean I worry about the size and weight of mine and then when I see what other people are taking my mind boggles. Are they packing for a family of refugees as well as themselves? And I’m 10kg under!! 10kg! I don’t know how I could fit another 10kg into my bulging cases and then when I look around, mine are quite small compared to the gargantuan monstrosities that are being loaded!
Sorry, I must get off my soap box and move on. Yes - security!
First, comes the security corridor, where everyone starts to fuss about whether they have to take their shoes off or what do you do with your lap tops and kindles and do mobile phones count ? There are plenty of signs up telling you what to do but the whispers in the queue get more and more frenzied as you move along the ‘Disney’ invention- the zig-zag queueing system.
Just when you think that you are at the front, someone appears and moves the elasticated barrier and you are sent down another long pathway before you reach the security cameras and conveyor belt.
I love watching the people who have their plastic bags out for inspection. Are they greedy and bring two or are they like the ‘all you can eat buffet eaters’ who try to fill as much on their plates(bags) as they can. As for me I’m a greedy person; I always take two just in case something goes wrong with the first one!
So, you finally sort this out and then there is the dreaded gate test to see who’s radio -active or not. Who has some metal secreted about their person? (One holiday that I went on every woman beeped the machine because everyone was wearing an underwire bra!)
I often get beeped and searched; or I must be the nth number allocated to be stopped for a pat down with their magic wand. I have been asked, on many occasions, to move over to the new full -bodied cameras where they x-ray all of you. I’m so glad that I put on new underwear as you never know what these machines reveal!
Anyway, I’m relieved to sail on through all these checks, which is a good omen for the rest of the procedures.
Once through all these, my lovely husband (who was stopped and searched! Ha! Ha!) and I reach the next part of the process the departure lounge. But that’s another blog!