Oh my Godfather, what kind of hell is Perth Airport? We arrived at 9.50pm and gradually waddled forward in a huddled mass as we incubated our luggage like daddy Emperor Penguins. We reached the check-in counter at 10.55pm
We then joined another queue to go through the security point. Security spotted a wee allen key in my handbag and confiscated it (probably wise because we all know a simple allen key can take the wing off a Swedish aeroplane).
Returning outside, there was ANOTHER cattle queue at the taxi rank and an electronic sign proudly calling it the gateway to Western Australia. How embarrassing
2 responses so far ↓
1 Matilda // Jul 2, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Airports make me long for the days of travel by ship (or stagecoach for those landlocked journeys).
2 squib // Jul 3, 2008 at 10:21 am
Aye, I’m looking forward to getting a Clydesdale horse called Rosie
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