Friday, 28 August 2009

The Airport

I love to travel. Seeing new places, experiencing new cultures, looking at ancient or not so ancient things I love it. But I hate the Airport. I get stressed. A red mist descends and I am insanely paranoid about missing the flight, being stuck in Security, not being allowed to check in, being found with 105ml of something in my bag... the list is endless. Until I'm on the plane I'm a nightmare. I have no fear of flying (well I don't like turbulence, but who does?), and once we're airborne I'm happy. I just don't like the Airport. I don't know what it is. I get the ferry and the train with minimal fuss - there is just something about the Airport that drives me to distraction.

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