As two travelers in the land of Domodedovo, we were both weary and hungry. This means we were easily sucked into a false sense of security as quiet falls over our gate. From where we sit, draped in our coats and bags and eating mini-pretzels, we can see the gate for passengers flying to Osh. […]
It’s hot. It’s sweaty. It’s raining. I’m hungry and the rucksack straps are digging into my shoulder. Everyone and their mother are flying away or back home for the holidays, and each of them have nine suitcases wrapped in blue cling film, which means everyone has a luggage trolley. No-one can steer their luggage trolley. […]