Morning all from the future.
An anticipated journey full of nooks & crannies of exasperation came to pass as predicted.
More to do with being unaware of just what lay ahead.
Gatwick nice and smooth with the special assistance.
Doha, not so much
Doha airport seems the size of a city, no way I could traverse even a portion of it on foot.
So cue special assistance for one plane load circa 6 teams in the special Olympics
One wheel chair ...and they're off
Up the long old air walkway, then into deserts bends , onto the Oasis straights, through the sheik chicane before culminating in the lift dash half mile.
So picture 5 individuals with particular needs & partners frantically trying to catch up with the qatari Hussein bolt, ( who to be fair did accept the handicap of pushing the wheelchair, likely with terrified passenger not quite expecting the Disney rollercoaster ride so early on, )
who took gold in a world record time getting to the lift (singular) that whisked us into the airport proper.
Then an infuriating wait for seats on a buggy, that then turned into an infuriating wait ON the seats on the buggy, while waiting for another flight group to arrive, all while the clock was ticking away on our departure time.
Finally in what seemed like a film chase from a futuristic sci fi movie we drove at pace through a near deserted part of the airport, beneath the indoor train, through duty free to the gates.
Where we made out flight in decent time, thankfully.
Flights themselves were great, decent films, but I still lose interest too soon and didn't finish one, sadly
A few power naps. (Ok, I nodded off, ok ..come on people, I'm a new age old age pensioner in two weeks...lol
)
And before we knew it.....india beckoned in all its majesty.
Cue videos of Lauren of Arabia, sari style, bollywood meets Hollywood, swishing through the airport exit gates, with me in tow on the crutch, following our taxi driver as we headed into the heat of Maharashtra State ...
Tbc
An anticipated journey full of nooks & crannies of exasperation came to pass as predicted.
More to do with being unaware of just what lay ahead.
Gatwick nice and smooth with the special assistance.
Doha, not so much
Doha airport seems the size of a city, no way I could traverse even a portion of it on foot.
So cue special assistance for one plane load circa 6 teams in the special Olympics
One wheel chair ...and they're off
Up the long old air walkway, then into deserts bends , onto the Oasis straights, through the sheik chicane before culminating in the lift dash half mile.
So picture 5 individuals with particular needs & partners frantically trying to catch up with the qatari Hussein bolt, ( who to be fair did accept the handicap of pushing the wheelchair, likely with terrified passenger not quite expecting the Disney rollercoaster ride so early on, )
who took gold in a world record time getting to the lift (singular) that whisked us into the airport proper.
Then an infuriating wait for seats on a buggy, that then turned into an infuriating wait ON the seats on the buggy, while waiting for another flight group to arrive, all while the clock was ticking away on our departure time.
Finally in what seemed like a film chase from a futuristic sci fi movie we drove at pace through a near deserted part of the airport, beneath the indoor train, through duty free to the gates.
Where we made out flight in decent time, thankfully.
Flights themselves were great, decent films, but I still lose interest too soon and didn't finish one, sadly
A few power naps. (Ok, I nodded off, ok ..come on people, I'm a new age old age pensioner in two weeks...lol
)
And before we knew it.....india beckoned in all its majesty.
Cue videos of Lauren of Arabia, sari style, bollywood meets Hollywood, swishing through the airport exit gates, with me in tow on the crutch, following our taxi driver as we headed into the heat of Maharashtra State ...
Tbc
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