I’m always paranoid and nervous at airports. I shamble nervously through the teeming throngs always afraid that I’m about to be pulled aside and informed that not only am I not boarding my plane but that I will be removed to an undisclosed location and held incommunicado for the rest of my life. While free board and lodging has its appeal it would be a pity to miss out on the holiday.
Strangely the authorities unaccountably failed to detain and abuse my innocent person so I guess it’s back to the dating apps when I return. I was pleased to see I had once again booked an airline that parked so far from the entrance that I suspected I was leaving from Melbourne. Still the walk let me build up an appetite which is an essential precursor to airline food so I’m going to call that a win.
As I settled down to fill the gap between the time you’re expected to arrive and the time they graciously allow you onboard the metal sky tube I felt my excitement rising. At least I call it excitement, my doctor has another word for it. Ahead of me lies Neolithic villages, puffins, sheep and at least one tattoo. Either that or three weeks staggering around Edinburgh airport looking for the exit. Either way it will be an experience.
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