Sorry to stray slightly from the original subject, but for me the one thing that fascinates me about airports - large ones in particular, is the way that time is vital, yet irrelevant at the same time.
I've done this several times before (when killing time funnily enough). Sat in the departure lounge watching people milling about, thinking to myself how strange it is that all these people are in the same place, but at different times - if you get my drift. Particularly so when large time zone differences are at play.
It occured to me the first time sat in Frankie & Bennies at Gatwick, looking at the menu and ordering breakfast. It was breakfast for me, but I'm sure the dude on table 5 was ordering it as supper, and the lady in the booth over on the left was ordering hers as afternoon tea.
Time seems to have a somewhat fluid concept in airport departure lounges, well it does to me anyway...
I've done this several times before (when killing time funnily enough). Sat in the departure lounge watching people milling about, thinking to myself how strange it is that all these people are in the same place, but at different times - if you get my drift. Particularly so when large time zone differences are at play.
It occured to me the first time sat in Frankie & Bennies at Gatwick, looking at the menu and ordering breakfast. It was breakfast for me, but I'm sure the dude on table 5 was ordering it as supper, and the lady in the booth over on the left was ordering hers as afternoon tea.
Time seems to have a somewhat fluid concept in airport departure lounges, well it does to me anyway...
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