( published 8th February 2002 )
Have you ever noticed how different each airport works from
country to country?
In the UK, in Gatwick or Heathrow, one has to run for miles and miles before reaching one's gate, and get onto the plane directly through a sort of tunnel or bridge. They apologised yesterday to me, because I would be brought to my plane ( to Luxembourg )via a shuttle. Well, why apologise? That's how this works in Luxembourg airport anyway,...but only when it rains. In dry conditions you have to walk to your plane, sometimes some hundreds of meters away. It's funny seeing some distracted people walking towards the wrong plane, and the airport officials running after them to put them back onto the right path. One day in Geneva airport the pilot and co-pilot were standing at the stairs of the plane greeting each passenger. Nice, isn't it? Sorry but I couldn't help finding it very solemn, you know like it was the last time he would see us or something. I didn't feel secure on that particular flight. In Paris-Charles Degaulle they force you to walk through narrow corridors, that turn left, then right, and back, plus up through a "tube escalator", and back down. It sounds like they don't want you to remember which way you chose to get to your plane. But finally the best one is Faro airport: there you usually get off your plane in temperatures of 30 to 35 degrees, you have one or two jumpers on because of the London weather, and you get onto a shuttle bus, that waits until it is really full. After a few minutes of heavy sweating ( just like the Tube in London in rush hour in summertime ), the bus drives you...50 metres to the main hall, where everybody gets off again. Aaaaah, those Portuguese are so conscientious.
Have a nice day
Doctor Dave slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. Every once in a while though, he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice that said: "Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first doctor to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last. And you're single. Let it go..." But invariably the other voice would bring him back to reality: "Dave, you're a vet..."