Airport Tourism

[squirmelia]

Short-stay was probably the car-park Christian Bale's insomniac character in The Machinist would have parked in when he went for coffee at the airport. Short-stay was appropriate, even without insomnia.

A feeling of mischief hit when trying to choose between departures and arrivals. Neither was entirely apt.

The departures section seemed to have brightly coloured gifts situated on top of a high white ledge with futuristic metalwork behind them.

The arrivals section contained an information stand with leaflets mainly about Portsmouth, but also leaflets with diagrams of the different kinds of jellyfish and the lesser weeverfish that should be avoided. Airports can be dangerous.

The sound of the airport - a dull buzz from the orange juice dispenser, added to the eerieness of being somewhere I had only ever been to wait at before. The people all seemed to quietly just be waiting, for someone else, or to go somewhere else. I was at the airport simply to eat cake. Unlike real Experimental Travel: Airport Tourism, I had no intention of being there for 24 hours.

Talking of Experimental Travel: gnimmel sounded keen for a game of Synchronised Travel.. How about anyone else?

Comments

[ria777.livejournal.com]

strangely (and I have not written this up in my LJ despite the profound effect this had on my me) I ended up having an experimental travel experience in NYC by accident.

I got to NYC, got some food, went on the subway, got lost (for two or more hours), found my destination, decided that to go home, got lost again (for two more hours) and waited at an underground station for four and a half hours until my bus came back.

total, I think an hour and a half above ground and all of the time on my feet. the summary does not scratch the surface of what occured.

also, you inspired me to start an experimental travel group locally but nothing has so far come of it.