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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Never trust large black menAnyone who has ever done the loooooonghaul flight from NZ to LAX to Heathrow will tell you it's not a pleasant experience. Mine was made even less enjoyable by a large black man.
After 12 hours in the air, I disembarked at LAX and made my way (eventually) to the BA checkin for the connecting flight to Heathrow. Half way there, aforementioned LBM stopped me in my tracks and offered to 'take your bag, Sir'? Initially I resisted, but being a not large Kiwi (and noting he had a gun) I handed my wordly possessions over.
Five days later my backpack turned up in London. I'd spent the previous four days with nothing to my name bar a free T shirt from BA (extremely generous of them I thought), a travel toothbrush and a London A-Z.
Best of all, I'd stuffed a load of damp washing in to the backpack before leaving NZ (crappy hotel washer/dryer), thinking I'd be in the UK within 24 hours.
I was. Backpack wasn't. Shall remember the stench for the rest of my days.
(, Wed 8 Mar 2006, 5:16, Reply)
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