Berlin Trip : Manchester Airport
After a very lovely weekend of six of us celebrating my birthday early in Manchester (I’ll get to posting about that soon enough….), Liam kindly dropped me off at Manchester Airport. He didn’t offer to pay £5 to drop me off in front of the terminal (mind you, he wouldn’t pay £5 to drop himself off, hence the famous walking incident he took his wife on at Stansted many years, but I digress), so I had to make do with the free bus shuttle that runs every fifteen minutes.
Seventeen minutes after being dropped off the shuttle arrived and I was the only person on it. I was departing from Terminal 3 and although I wasn’t asked this, I proffered this information to the friendly driver anyway. We get to Terminal 1 and he calls down the bus that this is where I can get off. That was actually very helpful, I hadn’t realised Terminal 1 and 3 are next to each other so I might have been sitting on a shuttle bus going around and around before realising what was happening. Terminal 3 is a very odd mix, it’s effectively only used by Ryanair and British Airways.
And here we are at Manchester Airport Terminal 3, the first time I’ve flown from here.
I always try and be positive, but this is a bloody dreadful airport terminal. Looking at surveys, Manchester Airport regularly appears at the bottom of the lists and this terminal is the worst rated. There was no seating available before security so I tried to go through. My boarding pass was rejected at the automatic gate and a staff member came over to check and he suggested trying again later. That’s not overly helpful in terms of I didn’t know when “later” would be, although it transpired that you can only go through 3 hours and 40 minutes before the flight. That doesn’t feel like a time that anyone might actually guess, it might have been useful for them to mention this in signage as some airports do. Anyway, I’m then stuck waiting there for the 15 minutes (I was just under 4 hours early, as some things never change) trying not to get in the way of other passengers and unsure where to wait for the best.
I have huge amounts of sympathy for airport security staff, it’s a thankless task in very many ways. They were always polite here, but some of them looked worn down and there was no shortage of rude passengers. The queueing system was a bit illogical, crammed into too small a space and just uncomfortable, it made things feel a little too much like a cattle pen. The signage in the airport was muddled to say the least and the airport management hadn’t overly troubled themselves with having the airport terminal cleaned. I think much of this is that they simply don’t have enough space, there are too many passengers in the space that they have and there’s not enough seating. I don’t need to sit down (being young and strapping, or something like that….) but many people do, with the set-up here feeling sub-optimal. There is though a massive investment going in to improve the space, so matters might improve somewhat over the next couple of years.
Anyway, after 25 minutes getting through security, which seemed longer than it actually was, I thought I’d try and get into a lounge a little early to escape the chaos and limited facilities. More on which in the next post….
