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. […]
I check in at the empty Lufthansa desk at Manchester Airport, and wander through security into the departures lounge trailing all the coats and jackets I couldn’t fit into my suitcase. Manchester is pretty much the same as any other airport out there; big, bright and hot. Except this one had the added bonus of […]