My life seems to consist of nothing more than a string of visits from one airport terminal to another. Just this morning I was sat at yet another airport departure terminal heading from Soyo to Luanda. Correction:- When I say another “airport departure terminal”, I actually mean a little dusty shack that you get to wait outside of while 100 people try push past with bags of fish and packets tied up with rolls of packing tape. At 35 DegC in the shade.
The heat, the humidity, the smell, the frustration. All of this going on and I am remaining quite calm. I keep reminding myself that this is the life I chose now deal with it. That was working until the most stupid thing happened. Looking back even I accept it was quite stupid. The baggage stickers that every airline sticks on the handle of your bag? You know the ones? Well normally they stick them on carefully with a little bit of the waxy paper still left attached to the sticker in the middle so the sticker doesn’t actually stick to your handle but just sticks to itself wrapped around your handle… Get it so far? Good cos these assholes don’t.
Not in this frikkin place. They pull ALL the waxy paper off and wrap it round your handle. I almost freaked. I started pulling at the sticker and it tore a little. Did I mention they were cheap shit stickers too? Well it tore just a little and security came and gave me a mouthful in Portuguese. I didn’t understand him so I hoping in that ignorant foreigner denial way that he never understood me either. Maybe we were both swearing at each other. Perhaps? Just me?
You may think this is not a big deal but wait until you pull that pesky sticker off that has been sitting out in the African sun for 3 hours and it leaves that melted glue behind on your handle that then gets transferred to your hand where you have NOWHERE TO WASH THE SHIT OFF!!!!!
I am now sitting in a comfortable airconditioned office in Luanda killing time (working my ass off) before I get to go and repeat this mornings ordeal in the international airport (ie bigger dusty shack) early tomorrow morning. At least tomorrow I sleep in South Africa. I think I can handle one more terminal before that.
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