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Flying a Paris...
Sep. 16th, 2009 10:05 amI'm not sure what my internet access is going to be like over the next few days, so this may be my last post for a bit.
The trip to the Copenhagen airport was great, early morning, no traffic and the navigation to my gate was smooth. At that hour there was no one in the gated area, which was actually a bit creepy to clomp solo though the tiled hallways. I spied two photoworthy bears, but only captured one.
The flight to Paris was fine as well, but the airport leaves a lot to be desired. After our pilot took us on a ground tour of the airport, I debarked to find myself at a terminal with no listing for my connecting flight in 90 minutes. I found out I needed to go to another terminal that was a free bus ride away. I was suddenly glad that I didn't take the flight with the 45 minute layover or there would have been some savage American cursing and an Olympic level crying fit.
So the bus came and apparently took a few of us to the stepson terminal out in the middle of nowhere. As one other passenger described it, "Someone really had to plan to make it this bad." I agree.
The bus stopped and half the crew sprinted like sexually-ambiguous track stars to the terminal doors. I kept looking for a gate number, but they only have three or four and gates aren't assigned until 20 minutes before. So I burned a half hour for the internet after going through security where a cute young guy checked my passport and asked if I was from Kentucky. Well, duh, that's what the passport says. He then asked if we have cowboys there. I nearly said "I wish!" but decided to say, "no, hillbillies." I swear he made a Jed Clampett joke, but I didn't understand it.
The going through security thing again is a hassle. In Cincinnati, when you're past security, you have access to all terminals. I'm spoiled in thinking that this really good idea applies everywhere. Oh well...
Okay, enough random typing I guess. Off to my unknown terminal in a few and off to my next fun-filled destination.
The trip to the Copenhagen airport was great, early morning, no traffic and the navigation to my gate was smooth. At that hour there was no one in the gated area, which was actually a bit creepy to clomp solo though the tiled hallways. I spied two photoworthy bears, but only captured one.
The flight to Paris was fine as well, but the airport leaves a lot to be desired. After our pilot took us on a ground tour of the airport, I debarked to find myself at a terminal with no listing for my connecting flight in 90 minutes. I found out I needed to go to another terminal that was a free bus ride away. I was suddenly glad that I didn't take the flight with the 45 minute layover or there would have been some savage American cursing and an Olympic level crying fit.
So the bus came and apparently took a few of us to the stepson terminal out in the middle of nowhere. As one other passenger described it, "Someone really had to plan to make it this bad." I agree.
The bus stopped and half the crew sprinted like sexually-ambiguous track stars to the terminal doors. I kept looking for a gate number, but they only have three or four and gates aren't assigned until 20 minutes before. So I burned a half hour for the internet after going through security where a cute young guy checked my passport and asked if I was from Kentucky. Well, duh, that's what the passport says. He then asked if we have cowboys there. I nearly said "I wish!" but decided to say, "no, hillbillies." I swear he made a Jed Clampett joke, but I didn't understand it.
The going through security thing again is a hassle. In Cincinnati, when you're past security, you have access to all terminals. I'm spoiled in thinking that this really good idea applies everywhere. Oh well...
Okay, enough random typing I guess. Off to my unknown terminal in a few and off to my next fun-filled destination.
