stansted airport (july 14)

We got to the airport here at about 2 oclock. it is now 6 oclock and i feel as though i am about to go mad. if i have not said it before, i will say it now: i hate airports. nothing particularly bad has happened here today, expect that we have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting. and to top that, we should have boarded the airplane about 10 minutes ago, but still the airplane is nowhere to be seen. let’s say that it lands in the next minute. then it would still have to let everybody off whose destination city is this one. that will take about 10 to 20 minutes. then they will have to clean up the plane of all of teh rubbish that the people have left, such as food wrappers, used snot tissue and condoms. that might take up 10 to fifteen minutes. thus, the plane will probably be at least 30 minutes late. people are already beginning to form a queue to board, despite the fact that nobody has told them to do so. i figure that if we are last, we still get there at the same time.

anyway, i hate airports......

so the plane was one hour late. when we finally arrive at pisa, there is a shuttle bus to take us from the plane to the terminal. we missed the first one, and had to wait about 5 to ten minutes for the next. it might not sound like long, but it seemed long after such a day. that wasnt what we needed. when going through immigration, they waved everyone through just fine. then i showed the man my greek passport, and i had to wait for him to chekc it out; this was at least 10 minutes. it turns out that i was the last one allowed through the gates. i think the only reason that they let me thorugh was because i was with paola, who spoke italian, and had an italian passport, and said that i was with her.

anyway, i hate airports.......