I will just thank the pilot for being good at what he does and making an incredible landing in dense fog. While I realize that today planes can essentially fly themselves, it always amazes me in dense fog that you seem to see the runway 10 feet before you land on it. I am not sure if the effect of spending an hour circling lulls one in the sense of “left turn” and wondering how Nascar race drivers can do the same thing for hours on end? What happened after we hit the ground is the stuff that you just can’t make up.
First, we sat there waiting for some ground crew to come by and allow us to the gate. It was terrible weather, and I am not sure if everyone went home? Or if there was some union coffee break? But if you are stacking and providing more distance between flights, shouldn’t that make it easier for the ground crew with lighter incoming and outgoing traffic?
The second thing of humor was getting to the gate, and then we all sat around for a bit, looking at each other, waiting for the door to open. This was when the captain got on and said, “Sorry folks, the guy with the stair machine somehow has gotten stuck outside the plane, and we have to wait for another guy to show up with another stair machine. The problem is that this one stair is blocking the path of the other, so we will probably have to get off through the back of the plane. sorry about the inconvenience.”
When we did get off the plane, I kid you not, a person was guiding us across the road and instructing everyone to go into a building walk among some doors and a path and then get on a bus to go to the main terminal. What was odd is that all you had to do was walk across the street, and the bus was right there. “Why exactly do we have to walk onto this path, go into a building, take a bunch of turns, and then go exit the building when it leads to the same spot where the bus is sitting right across the street?”
That was when I just started to laugh, as it was comical. Sadly I missed the ride into the city and immigration said, “we strongly advise you not sleeping in the airport.” to which I mentioned, “I really don’t want to, but not that I have missed my connection, I really don’t feel like going into the city until the morning. (the traffic stops from 12:30 to 6 am) and I will just go shoot images in the fog in the morning, get a full Irish breakfast or two for the price of one at the airport, and get on the connecting flight later in the day.”
He sort of frowned at me, and yet, he understood all too well. I doubt I am the first late-night flyer that got stuck.
Now I am to wander the airport and shoot images of which there should be a lot of fog in them. While it makes for beautiful imagery, it doesn’t do much for flying in or out of it.
I found a café that is open 24 hours advertising burgers, noodles, sandwiches…but all you can get is a coffee and a donut for 6 euros. Thankfully the spar market was open, and I got a BLT and giant water for 4. go figure…it is only 50 feet away from the “food court that serves coffee from an automated machine 24 hours a day!”
maybe they just have a thing here about creating Rube Goldberg experiments for designers lack of common sense.
“form AND function? No way! We only want it to look pretty! it doesn’t matter if it actually works!”
have a nice day!