After a early start, and a mad rush to be ready, we checked out of our hotel, and set off on the short walk to the airport. Check-in and security was reasonably easy and we arrived in the departure lounge about 1 hour 30 minutes before the gate opened.
I'm not sure what your definition of lounge is, if it brings to mind a veal crate, then you probably have better idea the "lounge" at Luton this morning than me. We did manage to find a nice premium bit of wall and sit on the floor whilst we waited for boarding though.
We had paid the little bit extra for long leg room and priority boarding. Some of our passengers had also paid for priority boarding. And some of these seemed to believe that this meant they could remove the barrier and push their family of six to the front of the queue. Surprisingly many of the passengers seemed to accept this behaviour. Carolyn wasn't one of them, and she spent her queue time acting as goal keeper, at least it was something to do.
I'm pleased to say that none of the frequent queue jumpers were British, if there's one thing us Brits know how to do it's queue.
I wish I could have seen Carolyn doing her airport queue marshalling. It is apparent that Luton airport hasn't changed that much since we were there in the 60s it was an unwelcoming uncomfortable shit hole then the only difference there seems to be now is there is at least a nearby hotel to spend the night instead of the airport 'lounge'floor.
ReplyDeleteBear in mind the language barrier, my Romanian isn't really up to "do you mind, old sport? This is blighty, please form an orderly...!" :)
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