at the airport
Jul. 29th, 2006 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose99Broadly, I hate airports. Shanghai Pu Dong is a particularly not-fun example.
My driver dropped me off 3 hours from my flight. Which turned out to be a good thing. Because whoever is in charge of airport karma hates me. And knows about my walking blisters.
No China Southern Airlines where my driver dropped me off. I start walking. Nothing at the next entrance... or the next... or the next.... I reach the end of a very long building, and no China Southern. I go inside and start walking back. Nothing... nothing... Information! Who turns out to be Customs, and the Information booth is not where the arrow pointed. Fine. Turn 3 pieces of rolling luggage... Ask at Information.
'B,' she says confidently. I look around. I see K and L in walking distance. *sigh*
Walking. Walking. Blisters. Walking. Hey! A China Southern booth! At F? That seems oddly soon. I ask. 'B' she says firmly.
I keep walking. At B, the signs are wrong. As in, not labeled for me. I ask, she directs me to long lines labeled 'China Eastern' and ' domestic' and 'economy.' I wait. fend off line-breakers. Wait. Wait.
At last, my turn! He tells me, 'This is for domestic only. Go to 72-74.' ....And where would that be? 'F.' Of course.
More walking, back where I came from.
This time, the lines are short, but there are no ticket counter attendants. None.
Waiting. Still waiting. Wrote this entry in my PDA. Still waiting.
My driver dropped me off 3 hours from my flight. Which turned out to be a good thing. Because whoever is in charge of airport karma hates me. And knows about my walking blisters.
No China Southern Airlines where my driver dropped me off. I start walking. Nothing at the next entrance... or the next... or the next.... I reach the end of a very long building, and no China Southern. I go inside and start walking back. Nothing... nothing... Information! Who turns out to be Customs, and the Information booth is not where the arrow pointed. Fine. Turn 3 pieces of rolling luggage... Ask at Information.
'B,' she says confidently. I look around. I see K and L in walking distance. *sigh*
Walking. Walking. Blisters. Walking. Hey! A China Southern booth! At F? That seems oddly soon. I ask. 'B' she says firmly.
I keep walking. At B, the signs are wrong. As in, not labeled for me. I ask, she directs me to long lines labeled 'China Eastern' and ' domestic' and 'economy.' I wait. fend off line-breakers. Wait. Wait.
At last, my turn! He tells me, 'This is for domestic only. Go to 72-74.' ....And where would that be? 'F.' Of course.
More walking, back where I came from.
This time, the lines are short, but there are no ticket counter attendants. None.
Waiting. Still waiting. Wrote this entry in my PDA. Still waiting.
