My boyfriend Tom - Salford, England
Llandudno, North Wales
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My mixed race family
I never thought sleeping in an airport could be so painful, I will never consider flying from London Stansted when I live in Manchester again.
We got the last train down from Manchester to London and I wasn’t in the mood. I mean I wont lie, I love trains and I love the prospect of going on holiday, but it was the day before New Years Eve, I’d been in work earlier that day and I was already ratty.
Luckily I managed to amuse myself for the two and a half hours and before I knew it we were in the capital of England and in a taxi being spoken to like Northern idiots. (I’m technically not English but I’ve been adopted as a Mancunian).
We were on our way to catch the ‘Easybus’, a bus that is a affiliate of the ‘Easyjet’ family, although Easyjet don’t advertise about Easybus on their website….hmm…This bus for £3 was going to take us all the way to Stansted airport, which is North of where I was stood. (geographically my journey makes no sense).
An hour later and we arrive in London Stansted, I’m sure I used to watch one of those airport programmes about Stansted and since it is the third biggest airport in the UK (thank you Wikipedia) I was expecting something grand. I was to be mistaken.
I wasn’t aware that airports had become some sort of homeless shelter for those who can’t afford to pay for a airport hotel for approximately 4 hours before their flight. Lay across an average of three seats per person where travellers awaiting their flights that wouldn’t depart for at least another five hours. So I sat my grouchy self on the floor and stared at a clock, possibly the worst thing to do when waiting for something.
tick tock tick tock. How could it have only been three o’clock. It felt like it had truly been hours since we’d arrived but no, we still had four hours until it was time to take off for Copenhagen, I was really starting to regret choosing to go from London now, Damn Easyjet enticing me.
After a quick nap in Costa across a few chairs, my ears prick up to the sound of them allowing people to check in. Huzzah! So we were through….to more seats and no open shops. No real achievement but we could finally enjoy the luxury of lying across seats that were actually comfortable. Though after what seemed like a millisecond nap, the masses had caught on and they were awake and alert. I was grumpy and unclean. Going into the duty free MAC store made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be there.
At least the flight left on time and we arrived with no trouble. My lesson is learnt, DO NOT SLEEP IN AIRPORTS.
