I love travelling by an airplane, but the only thing I hate are the queues. They just bore me to death. You pack your bag to step in to the airport then the flight which takes you away from the country you're in. Bored of the country, as you've almost visited every place existing in the country you pack your bag quickly.
You enter the airport where you're supposed to wait in a long queue to check-in. Even if you finish it off with the self check in, you're still supposed to wait in a long queue to drop off your bag, as everyone has done the same thing. Then again you have to wait in a queue for the immmigration.
While waiting in the queue you notice the staff smirking as they go through the passport thoroughly. They may find the names too funny but they've to control their smirk, cause that's why they're put there. You finish with immmigration work then proceed to the boarding gate where you'll have to wait for atleast twenty minutes before the flight arrives.
Then after that there's again a queue to board the flight. People losing their patience here, and they keep pushing and pulling each other as if they have to catch a seat in a bus. You enter the flight and smell the strong aroma of lemon. Its fantastic at first, but then it soon starts irritating your nose. Well, after all this you feel drinking a glass of juice, any juice but lemonade(cause of the strong smell of lemon in the flight).The airhostess, after minutes of roaming around gets to you. Asking politely if you want anything to drink or eat.
You grab two to three packets of juice, drink it as if you have to share it with another person and then keep it in the seat pocket to hand it over to the airhostess when she asks for it.
After sometime you realize that you've drank too much. You need to use the lavatory. You find out that all of them are engaged and there's another queue waiting for you. It takes about fifteen minutes before you get your chance to use the lavatory.
After the long journey, you find yourself outside the plane, walking towards the immigration again. After viewing all the disgusting smirks, you move to the baggage claim, to claim your baggage. You wait there for over an hour, that is if your lucky to get all your luggage. You dump them in the trolley not waiting to put in proper order or anything like that.
In the end you come out of the airport to face the boisterous crowd. You keep searching for your relatives or friends, and in the end one pops out of the crowd waving his hand to you. He comes out with a helping hand to help you with the luggage and then gives you bad news,
"I didn't bring car as it is gone for repairs so we'll have to wait in that long queue to book a cab."
Queues never seem to end................................
Hasta la Vista,
K
You enter the airport where you're supposed to wait in a long queue to check-in. Even if you finish it off with the self check in, you're still supposed to wait in a long queue to drop off your bag, as everyone has done the same thing. Then again you have to wait in a queue for the immmigration.
While waiting in the queue you notice the staff smirking as they go through the passport thoroughly. They may find the names too funny but they've to control their smirk, cause that's why they're put there. You finish with immmigration work then proceed to the boarding gate where you'll have to wait for atleast twenty minutes before the flight arrives.
Then after that there's again a queue to board the flight. People losing their patience here, and they keep pushing and pulling each other as if they have to catch a seat in a bus. You enter the flight and smell the strong aroma of lemon. Its fantastic at first, but then it soon starts irritating your nose. Well, after all this you feel drinking a glass of juice, any juice but lemonade(cause of the strong smell of lemon in the flight).The airhostess, after minutes of roaming around gets to you. Asking politely if you want anything to drink or eat.
You grab two to three packets of juice, drink it as if you have to share it with another person and then keep it in the seat pocket to hand it over to the airhostess when she asks for it.
After sometime you realize that you've drank too much. You need to use the lavatory. You find out that all of them are engaged and there's another queue waiting for you. It takes about fifteen minutes before you get your chance to use the lavatory.
After the long journey, you find yourself outside the plane, walking towards the immigration again. After viewing all the disgusting smirks, you move to the baggage claim, to claim your baggage. You wait there for over an hour, that is if your lucky to get all your luggage. You dump them in the trolley not waiting to put in proper order or anything like that.
In the end you come out of the airport to face the boisterous crowd. You keep searching for your relatives or friends, and in the end one pops out of the crowd waving his hand to you. He comes out with a helping hand to help you with the luggage and then gives you bad news,
"I didn't bring car as it is gone for repairs so we'll have to wait in that long queue to book a cab."
Queues never seem to end................................
Hasta la Vista,
K
