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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6 months wait for a VISA application and for what...???!!!This isn't about flying per-say, more about the bits around the outside like passports, VISAs, etc. But whatever.
Roll back about 6-7 months to mid-2005, England. It was during this time my Aussie Girlfriend was beginning to sort out my VISA application so I could go live in Oz with her. We were aiming to fly back to Oz around January 2006, because of her various commitments to university, etc. Anyway, during the next 6-7 months I was nearly driven insane by the sheer mound of red-tape that you have to fight through to obtain a VISA. My girlfriend was a mite panicky because of her Uni work, and I was pissed because I had to quit my job early (and struggle financially the next month or so) because of the stupid amount of tests and medicals I had to do. I wasn't even given a time frame in which to expect my VISA to be completed by, therefore I couldn't seriously plan more than two weeks ahead for anything.
Anyway, fast forward to 3 weeks ago. I get off the plane passport in hand with my VISA stamp proudly showing, acutely aware of the pains I had to go through trying to get it.
I hand it to the airport guard who looks at my picture briefly, and doesn't even have a fleeting glance at my VISA. They didn't even inspect the freaking luggage for imported goods. I could be carrying a herd of rabid welsh morris dancing sheep in there for all they knew.
I was so incredibly tempted to cram my hard-fought VISA application to a painful place downunder.
The actual flight over was a complete bore mind you. Even Dubai was boring, it was pouring with rain and the airport was a building site, so it pretty much looked like my home town of Birmingham. And 23-25 hours of basically nothing to do on the plane except watch old reruns of Little Britain. Urrggghhhhhhhh....
EDIT: Oh, I forgot to mention. The night before we were to fly off, they showed the film "Final Destination". Everybody in the house was watching it, dispite knowing I have a massive phobia of flying. Gee, thanks everybody!
(, Tue 7 Mar 2006, 14:00, Reply)
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