I’ve landed at Incheon, just like Douglas MacArthur. Except that I landed at a modern commercial airport instead of on the beach, and I wasn’t allowed to bring any weapons.
Plus, I don’t think MacArthur had to go through customs.
Tag Archives: airport
No Longer at the Columbus Airport
I am no longer at the Columbus airport.
CMH
At the Columbus airport again.
So it goes.
Columbus Airport
Now I’m in the Columbus airport.
Phoenix Airport
I’m in the Phoenix airport.
Off to Ohio
The TSA guy told me I did a “good job” taking things out of my pocket.
I guess all that practice is finally starting to pay off.
Last Day
Last day today. Checked out, took some pictures at St. Helier’s Bay, got a tall flat white at Starbucks, parked downtown, wandered around, did the SkyJump two more times, wandered around some more, had fish & chips at the Occidental Cafe (formerly the Occidental Hotel, built in 1870), wandered around some more, got some gelato at the ferry building, and took the rental car back. Now I’m at the airport with three hours to kill. My flight has a status of “Relax.”
Chicken Desk
The first time through the Christchurch airport, I heard someone paged to go to the chicken desk. Much of the surrounding area consists of farms and ranches, but why they would have a special desk related to poultry was unclear.
When I came back to Christchurch, I heard it again, but now I’m a little more used to Kiwi vowels. It’s the check-in desk.
Which is, incidentally, down the steers and to the lift.