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Entertain the security officials!
My Adventure - Ok, let me be totally upfront. My time in Frankfurt wasn’t really an adventure, but it was very indicative of international travel and some of the crazy (and funny) stuff that can happen to you.
I actually saw Frankfurt twice, but both times were so brief it wasn’t even like being there. The first time was because I had to transfer from my flight from Kosovo to the plane that was going to London. The second time was because I was leaving after my eleven city tour of Europe was over and headed back to the United States. Frankfurt was the departure point. I’m going to share with you about the first time I dropped in.
We woke up early that morning, around 3:30 am. We had to catch a 6:00 am flight and we were an hour away from the Pristina airport in Kosovo. After a crazy cab ride that felt like the Daytona 500 we made our flight to Frankfurt.
Immediately after landing we taxied to our spot on the runway and I was immediately irritated. Sometimes when you fly on international flights you step off the flight, walk down a set of stairs, step directly onto the runway, then get on a large bus so they can drive you to the terminal.
Walking onto the runway so we could get on a bus was novel the first few times I did it, but now it gets on my nerves. I’ve flown so often in this business that I am easily annoyed when I have to travel. And stopping on the runway just adds in a bunch of unnecessary steps that tick me off. In the United States, I have only stepped onto the runway to get on a plane in the rarest of circumstances. It usually only happens if you are getting on a very small plane and going somewhere that has a very small airport.
So, I’m immediately annoyed. Then the bus drives around and under the Frankfurt airport for at least ten minutes just so we can get to customs and get our bags. Annoyance number two.
Annoyance number three happened when we got through customs, picked up our bags , and realized that we were going to have to go through airport security again (!) in order to board our flight to London.
After another super enjoyable wait in another long line (is that sarcasm I detect?), Kevin, Bart and I finally make it to the checkpoint to go through the body scanners and have our bags x-ray’ed. Kevin goes first and Kevin is told that they are going to have to manually inspect his bag. I go second and am told they are going to have to manually inspect my bag. Bart goes last and is told they are going to have to manually inspect his bag. We’re batting three for three.
At this point in the process all of my annoyances are starting to get humorous to me. Kevin, Bart, and I were all standing in a single file line as the happiest airport security agent I’ve ever seen starts to go through our bags. He starts with Kevin’s.
“Sir, do you have any liquids in the bag?” he asks. “Liquids? No. No liquids.” says Kevin. Five seconds later the security guy holds up a large clear plastic container of shampoo/soap. As he is lifting it in the air, he smiles and, in the most amused sounding German accented English, asks, “What is this? What is this?”