Gdansk Trip – Back to the Airport

As someone who likes to pre-worry about things, I rarely cut anything fine. But I was sitting in Under Beer and thinking about my flight at 21:00 before realising that actually it was departing at 19:10. This did cause a mild panic as I would only arrive three hours before my flight and that was if I left immediately. I am a smug victor against tardiness on many occasions, but I like the cushion of time just in case things go wrong. So, I rushed off to the bus stop, bought a ticket and waited.

Marvellous, it was only a four minute wait for the bus. The travel Gods were on my side.

The bus was sub-optimal if I’m being entirely honest. The vehicle was hot because there was no air conditioning, so I thought it was like some sort of mobile sauna and I’m sure I could see a heat haze when looking to the back. Passengers fanned themselves with newspapers, leaflets and any other bits of card that they could find. The bus was also stuck in traffic and I was glad that I had a seat, as many others didn’t. The bus arrived at the airport twenty minutes late, which wasn’t anyone’s fault, but if a bus is to be delayed I always hope that it’s one with air conditioning.

I arrived just 2 hours 58 minutes before my flight. Does travel get any more close-cut than that? The thrill of being early to an airport was denied to me today, but perhaps there are only so many times that I can be an intrepid explorer of the sterile delight that is airside. I’ll miss Gdansk, I’ll be back soon I hope.