(or another way in which men and women are different)
Well, to put a positive spin on it, it was a way of bookending our trip (we were delayed flying to and home from Iceland). And in Gatwick we had a nice relaxing lunch. And in Keflavik, we organized our trip photos (and I bought a beautiful Icelandic wool scarf). And, all of the “in-between” time we had in Iceland was lovely.
photo op - I did not make this :) |
My first thoughts: Oh no! Tall Guy will not be happy!
- Tall Guy’s first thoughts: Oh no! The vacation is ruined!
- Tall Guy’s second thoughts: I’ll have to find the complaints desk; according to the passenger’s bill of rights we should have been notified of the delay by a text message or a phone call!
- Tall Guy’s check-in: Talk the check-in guy’s ear off. Learn why the flight was delayed (a broken engine). Ask where to claim meal tickets. Go to the info desk. Ask questions and discover the plane will actually be delayed much longer than posted; the back-up plane will be late due to weather. Wheedle out the estimated departure time. Check bag without a borderline heart attack. Go through security without any problems, despite a metal belt buckle. Find the flight information desk in the departures lounge. Confirm all information heard previously re: the flight.
tall girl on the rocks |
- Tall Guy’s hours: Find a seat near an electrical outlet. Plug in laptop. Catch up on TV.
a memory frozen in time |
Oh yes, the Passenger's Bill of Rights. :)
ReplyDeleteYou "moved into Gatwick Airport" It does feel like that. For anything over 3 hours, you really have to settle in.