Wednesday, October 05, 2005


What is it about the airport?
Seeing Hoda off on her one month excursion to Egypt last night, I experienced a strange combination of emotions.
Trip simply describes the airport as 'creepy', but I think it's more than that. It' such an antiseptic environment. People go in and seemingly never return. It's a place where the air is filled with fearful anticipation.
All around me last night, lovers saying tearful goodbyes. Large ethnic families congregating to welcome a distant relative. A troupe of jailbait hockey players excitedly return from their trip to Canada.
People coming and going, Trip and I could only do our best to bask in the atmosphere, wandering around and making a nuisance of ourselves with airport security. By the way, did you know you can only take one cigarette lighter through security? Who knew?
After a total of nine (!) coffees, I was ready to take flight myself. It's like you can feel the nervous energy in the air all around you, like a field of electricity, hanging there. Omnipresent.
Plus we made our way through several stirring renditions of Sinatra's Come Fly With Me. At was enjoyed by the saucy baggage handlers.
In recent years with our changing world, the airport has fast become a gateway for so-called terrorists. I don’t mind one bit being scanned and searched at every entrance if it's going to protect my home soil. It's a very small price to pay. In fact we both agreed that it was great to see the huge security/police presence (despite the fact we got tailed by the cops for half an hour).
Word of warning: Don't say the word 'Jihad' too loud at the airport.

At the stroke of midnight, we wished Hoda an emotional goodbye. I think she was more emotional than we were. I banned her from crying. I'm sure she'll have a rockin time. I asked her bring me back an evil eye and a photo of the Sphinx.

So there you have it, the story of my airport visit. I'll more than likely be back there when she returns in a month.
At least I have the toothbrush that I got from the men's room bathroom to keep as a momento of my visit.

the end.


Blogger Mel said...

I love airports. Adore them in fact. I love being in a place where so much is going on, where there are book shops and electronic duty free. I always end up scoping cameras even though I have a pretty sweet one. And it's great for people watching too - I guess the biggest appeal to me is the anticipation of going somewhere - seeing people off or welcoming them. Your toothbrush was so cute!

8:25 PM  
Blogger izchan said...

you found a toothbrush in melbourne airport?

hmm ... fishy.

1:57 AM  
Blogger Slim said...

It came out of a vending machine and cost $2.

Very cool indeed!

12:02 PM  
Blogger izchan said...

I barely remember melbourne airport now ... but I am sure I never saw that toothbrush machine before.

Must have been put there after 1998.

1:13 PM  
Blogger Slim said...

I promise there was nothing suss about it mate :-)

6:36 PM  

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