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Airports, what’s not to love?

I couldn’t even begin to tell you why, But I love airports.

I’m lying, I can totally tell you why I love them.

They’re busy, exciting and full of so many different adventures and stories, different walks of life.

For a lot of people the airport is the place from hell, flights being delayed, too many people, disorganisation, security, you name it chances are there is someone out there that dislikes everything about the airport.

A prime example is as I was writing this one of my colleges saw the title and said “everything, everything is not to love”, So I guess he had made his mind up about that pretty quick.

f258fe85835e8f42d5c141ed78cc1330I can’t really say I’ve had many horror stories of the airport at all, just one really. But that certainly did not change my opinion at all. I just think its the atmosphere of the airport, does wonders for me and I have no idea why. (You can read my airport horror story below).

Apart from security, no one likes security, who has time to undress themselves basically completely, shove themselves through a scanner and re dress themselves? Everyone actually as it a necessity, IT JUST TAKES SO DAMN LONG. 

But other than that I would say the airport is my fave.

I usually get a lot more excited for the airport than I do that flight or the travel, I cant work out if its the excitement of the fact I am going abroad or just being in a place with lots of energy, energises myself!

I love to splash the cash, jokes I DON’T HAVE ANY. But I love to do Duty Free shopping as well. You’ve got Milka? Great, I will have the lot. Discounted VS? I’m down for new underwear always. Discounted cigarettes and booze? Even better. Duty free is the basic holy grail to be honest and I have a field day each time I am there. 

Naturally it is so wonderful to be watching the Arrivals. Family members returning after being away for a while, lots of cuddles and tears. Partners being reunited, ugh it makes me emotional just thinking about it. The airport itself is just So HUGE, and so BUSY. It makes my life practically, its like a mini city inside another city. Judge me. 

I’m going to have to go home and watch ‘Arrivals’ On Channel 4 now and cry for a bit. 

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My Airport Horror Story

So we were flying to South Africa, And it’s not so much a horror story, just a unfortunate turn of events.

So the flight to the SA is 11 and a half hours long. Economy class as always, I love getting as cosy as I can as its a long flight! 

Now I don’t ever sleep on planes. Planes, trains, buses you name it I will not sleep, I’m not sure why it is too this day I can just never seem to be comfortable ENOUGH to sleep. So we set off on our flight to South Africa in the evening, it was a night flight due to it being so long.

All is fine for a while, take off etc and we are away! We get about 3 hours into the flight and all of the sudden the lack of cabin crew is actually kind of evident, we were curious as to what was happening as we then saw our server Gavin run through the cabin with a first aid bag.

now FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, I fell asleep on the plane. So the last thing I saw was Gavin and his first aid bag running down the cabin.

I woke up shortly after, Or what I believed was shortly after, it had actually been about 4 hours. So I was pleased, naturally for me that was nearly the whole journey! Or so I though. 

We had landed! But not in South Africa. We were on Barcelona Runway at Barcelona Airport. 

So I woke up a little confused, I turned to my friend Sam and asked her if we were in Africa. Her response? No.

AS IT TURNED OUT, One of the flight attendants appendix had burst. So we had to make a detour to Barcelona Airport so we could get the gent of the plane to to safety. The gent was sent to the hospital where he was treated correctly and was alright which is definitely a positive for sure!

The only downside for us, the plane and the cabin crew was that we wouldn’t make it to South Africa at our arrival time. This meant for the flight itself we had to head back to the airport, unload the plane and sit in the airport! 

We arrived back in Heathrow at 6am in the morning, The compensation was a free Starbucks and That was something I could deal with because the situation was completely out of everyone’s control. And I wanted a cuppa tea and some breakfast as it was early.

They had to do a complete turn over of the plane, they didn’t unload the bags which was good but the plane was completely cleaned and one of the main reasons for the plane to return to Heathrow was the change over period for the air hostesses. I believe they can only fly for so long before they have to change over the teams, which made complete sense as if you’re hostessing on an 11 hour flight and usual shift is 8 hours then having the issue with the flight means that you’ll have to clock off once you land.

But don’t take my word for it, I’m not an air hostess, So I don’t really know shit. 

I literally did not move form my position at Starbucks for the whole 5 hours we were waiting to re-board the flight.

FINALLY, at 11am, we were aloud to head back to the terminal and re-board the plane. And then away to South Africa we went! For me it literally made no difference to the holiday, I would’ve been Jet-lagged the day after the flight anyway.

I was just pleased that the gentleman was okay after the predicament!

So that was my Airport Predicament, Whats yours?

 

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