Travel faffing

I love watching people at airports. There’s something fascinating about guessing where people come from, where are they going, what’s their travelling purpose.

People are rushing like dizzy roaches to get through security, to go the toilet, to quickly find a good bargain in a shop, to check the boarding gates.

When everyone is faffing about to get to their destination I am sitting here writing and relaxing. It’s quite inspiring, really. So I write.

Quick bite before getting through the gate and off we go. I am quite looking forward to this. It’s been two long years since I last got some fresh native air… This is the start of a longing two week family holiday.

I wasn’t too hungry, so just got myself a pack of spicy mixed nuts and a bottle of water. Mistake. One bad inhale and I had the worst cough attack in years. Very inconvenient and uncomfortable, in the middle of a pandemic. And it lasted right until the end of the flight.

Not impressed with the lack of Covid regulations monitoring though, particularly on the shuttles that drive us to the gate. Although everyone was keeping their masks on, no one was keeping their distance.

It was dark when we land. The killer back pain gives my age away after a two-hour flight. I feel sorry (and relate) dor the parents tirelessly carrying their children every so often.  Flying takes its toll on them. They will sleep well tonight, that’s for sure.

As soos as we land, we hit the toilets. It’s an undeniable primary need. All we have left alas is an endless security queue at the exit, to make it all wortwhile…

We can barely wait for a bed…