Like many of the frequent flyers around the world, I have a love/hate relationship with airports. Now, I do know many people who have a hate/hate relationship, but I definitely can see some benefits.
I always believe in starting with the negative and ending on the positive (bad news first, anyone?), so here goes.
- Airports with no free WiFi – nuff said.
- Worse yet, airports with “free” WiFi, but you can’t get a signal worth a damn. SFO, I’m talking to you.
- Inconsistencies in security. I’m all for us being safe when we travel and making sure there isn’t someone on the plane that’s going to threaten my life, HOWEVER, if airports are so concerned, how come it’s different standards in different places? Example: when I boarded the plane in Calgary (YYC), I had to remove liquids from my bag, take off my shoes (PLASTIC flip-flops), take out my laptops (yes, I travel with multiple laptops, what of it?), and so on. In SFO, when I go for a connecting flight, there’s… none of that. Longest security line I’ve ever seen, but we kept everything in our bags and the security guards looked bored out of their minds. They were more interested in my wrist tattoos than in my passport.
- Medium length connections. I am the Goldilocks of connection times. Too short and I’m going to be stressing the whole way, especially if my flight is late. Too long and I’m bored out of my right. JUST RIGHT? Three hours. Gives me plenty of time to go through security (again), find my gate, tinkle tinkle and gives me a little time to either browse the shops or get something to eat or drink.
- Quick Spas. See previous point. A medium length connection gives me a chance to get a twenty-minute massage. Bliss. Especially in between long periods of travel.
- Frozen Time. Very rarely do I ever feel the pressure to respond to emails or get work done while in the departure lounge. On the airplane, I tend to try and be productive (best time to delete some of my 10k of emails), but in the airport… I am IN TRANSIT. Time stands still. Enter the book.
- Airport Bookstores. Too many times to count, I’ve found my new favourite book in an airport bookstore. In fact, it was in Heathrow that I discovered my glorious Sophie Kinsella.
Frequent travellers of the world. What are you loves or hates?