Airport StoriesBack when I was a moody teenager I took a cheap flight that involved changing planes and having to go through security again. My bags were pre-checked so, when I set off the metal detector, I honestly said to the security guy that I had no idea what had set it off.
Until, that is, he searched me and found the metal knife and fork stamped "KLM" I'd nicked off the previous flight.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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Memories of 'Dan Dare'As mentioned in previous posts Dan Air was coined Dan Dare by any who had the unfortunate experience of flying with them. Mine was returning from Alicante after a fortnight of liver damage in Benidorm in 1981.
As we 'hurtled' down the runway in the middle of night braced for take-off, suddenly everything went black, the engines stopped and we ground to a halt at the end of the runway. We sat for a couple of hours in darkness and sweltering heat with little or no communication from the cabin crew.
Eventually we were asked to leave the aircraft and board a bus back to the terminal. The nightmares started as I descended the stairs at the rear of the aircraft, to be confronted by the captain of the plane on a step ladder, sleeves rolled up, with what appeared to be a spanner in his hand, effing and blinding with his head in one of the engines!
After an extremely uncomfortable night on the airport plastic chairs with no amenities open (it was 2 in the morning) we were eventually summoned together. The captain stood in front of us, covered in grease, with the odd blooded knuckle, and announced 'I have come to the end of my engineering knowledge - we shall have to fly a plane out from the UK'. Never have I heard such a collective sigh of relief! Another 24 hours on the plastic chairs was a pleasure compared with the thought of getting back on that plane!
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