Is it just me or are airports getting bigger and longer? I know runways are expanding but the concourses are too! You can do your daily 10.000 step count just by travelling from the entrance to the gates!
It’s becoming quite an adventure having to navigate the different queues, which zig zag across the floor reminiscent of the long lines encountered in many a Florida theme park!
It’s also a hazardous place as well! You have to vigilant for rolling trolley wheels from small carry-on cabin sized suitcases being dragged behind oblivious passengers. There are hidden tiny ramps joining surface to surface. Slippery tiles coupled with unobservant crowds, intent on their own journey rather than what is going on around them can lead to bumps and spills.
What makes matters worse is that many of my fellow travellers like me have been up since 4 am and are already feeling the tiredness strain kick in as we wait for our 7am fight. Thanks goodness cafes are open for a stimulating coffee or a refreshing pot of tea! Don’t think about the prices- you’re going on holiday!
Then when you arrive at your destination airport, there is a similar walk through customs and passport control which have all the instructions in a foreign language (so inconvenient of them! LOL)
Sighs of relief can be heard when helpers arrive to steer you through the procedure. Once through there is the rush! You know the one I mean; ladies’ toilets where queues form pretty quickly. Blessed relief!
Now, onwards to the suitcase collection carousel, where, if you are unlucky, as we were on our recent holiday, you can wait for up to an hour for your cases to be delivered.
And what a palaver that can be. Everyone crowds round the carousel leaving no room for you to first grab your suitcase, let alone leave you enough room to swing it off the moving conveyor belt.
Once they have been captured, without rupturing your back muscles from the strain of heaving it off, and before the carousel whips it away, you are ready for your onward journey and away you trudge to the coach departures. By now you are becoming a bit grizzly and the new happiness of being on holiday begins to fade away.
A pointed finger from one of the overwhelmed reps shows you where you can find your coach but, quite honestly, it could be anywhere! So, like a lemming you follow the crowd and hope for the best. You manage to make the appropriate sounds of your hotel’s name and the coach driver, clearly harassed by the number of people congregating around his coach, signals you to board.
Now is the time for you to sigh, resigned to the fact that your hotel is the last drop off but hey never mind you’re on holiday!