my friend's comment Fabián reminded me of my last trip.
Here is the story of my second 15 minutes of fame.
As it is a bit long so I divided into two parts. And it is true word for word.
Hope you enjoy it.
Here is the story of my second 15 minutes of fame.
As it is a bit long so I divided into two parts. And it is true word for word.
Hope you enjoy it.
September 23. It was assumed that this would be my last day in Madrid ... It suponía.Aunque last night had gone to a pub with live music (and very good company, indeed, by a black gentleman who had met while dinner), I got up early. I took a walk around the Plaza Mayor and the center, and I went to the airport. It was 4 pm, so I had all the time in the world (the plane was to leave 23.50). Luckily I was able to dispatch your luggage early, not having to spend the day with all the gear. That had its advantages: I was given seat 1 in a tourist place (although I did not know until boarding the plane). The wait was long, leaving the street for a while, she went in, went upstairs, came down again, taking a coffee ... Why is that waiting tired despite not doing anything? A funny note: in Luton Airport (London) there are large plasma screens which reports that the airport is doing its best to avoid noise pollution, and that was why the flights are only announced on the screen. In Barajas have the same principle, but do so at the Galician: they announce over the PA. They're amazing! At about 21.30, when I had read half a book, knew the airport like the back of my hand, had 25 SUDOKU (a puzzle game), had taken 45 cafés and met all the bathrooms, I went to the area shipment. I gave a tiny little walk by the free-shop because they were closing (in any case, my financial situation had not allowed me to buy much we say ...). It seems incredible: Madrid is a city that never sleeps and the airport where there are people 24 hours, 22.00 Where there is neither a coffee. Finally it was time for boarding ... but nothing happened. Another hour, and no news. Tempers began to flare up, not even a little water to drink. There were two soda vending machines but coin-operated, and they were scarce. People were impatient. The little room seemed Smoking London (but it was foggy was smoke). There were some guys sleeping in the seats, and many people end edad.Por announced earlier flight (that of the 23.30), and they told us about a place that could be occupied by a hurry. I would not go because I thought it would be a hassle with luggage. Some people went up and left the plane. After another tamed, and the dead of sleep, hunger and thirst, we were addressing. The plane was a Portuguese flag and the crew left much to be desear.Empezó pass the time ... and nothing happened: the plane was with all wheels on ground in Madrid. The crew did not explain anything, the hostess treated us like garbage, the commander on board, when he deigned to say something, he did in Portuguese or English (I had heard speak Castilian, so I purposely did). In the back of the plane began to miss the air, and people started dropping like flies. They are placed lying in the corridors and the flight attendants tried to make them react. The people were hysterical and screaming. In the chaos came the Civil Guard explained that the winery had luggage that did not belong to any passengers, and security problems that prevented the take-off (for that, going through the window of the office, the boy who served me was a lot of fun making the verse to the girl next window, and I sealed the passport without even looking at or looking at me). I guess those were more bags of people who traveled in the previous flight. Poor people!: that luggage would be in Madrid, and who knows when they recover. We had to wait to empty the warehouse and to bring all the mats on the track. And then came the worst: even they disagreed on how they would make the recognition of cases. The crew said one thing and another policeman. Finally reached an agreement that people would come in groups of fifteen on, recognize the room, and enter through the back door atrás.Abrir was a great relief, because the faint, running a little air, began to react (nobody thought to call a doctor.) At last my turn came, and went to the track. It was pretty funny, because at first got us all together as if something really serious, but then everyone did what he wanted. Since I was not one of my bags (I had bought a London girl to bring souvenirs), I walked around for where I wanted.
could have done anything (and then talk about security ...). Recognized that it was all the luggage, we had to wait for it to load again ... and still did not take off. At 5 in the morning came the pilot (we should have taken off at 23.50!), We assumed that all and in the cabin, and locked himself in the cubicle. Expects you to wait, we were there. People were already to the cries peeled. Finally, some people they invited a tiny bags of peanuts (myself included) with a glass of mineral water (rationed, because we said they should reach for the entire flight). A deranged man and grabbed the phone completely internal and whore the pilot. For what! The coward did not face, but the policeman called again and informed us that until the police arrived the plane was not moving. When he arrived, the pilot demanded as a condition to carry off the rebel custody. All jumped as boiled milk in defense of the hysterical man, who had good reasons. But the pilot (an absolute bad ass calved) said the flight was canceled, ordered the police to let us down by force, stuck around and disappeared. It was 7 am, and all again in the boarding area (businesses remained closed, so we were still unable to take even a glass of water, even to lower the salted peanuts). Since I had a lot to lose, I tried to take things into a joke, and I began to have fun. At that point, and we were all friends. As always, a couple of guys proclaimed themselves leaders of the movement and began to give instructions. The airport asked us we were to allow addressing other flights, but we refused and did a picket sitting position Indians before the doors, and running to prevent passengers get into other flights. A boy (he, his wife and I were close) called Antena 3, which as any means that price is always fishing for a good scandal. Needless to say they did not let reporters enter the boarding area, so in a joint work some scenes filmed in the scandal, another brought his lap-top scenes and sent over the Internet. What great technology!
could have done anything (and then talk about security ...). Recognized that it was all the luggage, we had to wait for it to load again ... and still did not take off. At 5 in the morning came the pilot (we should have taken off at 23.50!), We assumed that all and in the cabin, and locked himself in the cubicle. Expects you to wait, we were there. People were already to the cries peeled. Finally, some people they invited a tiny bags of peanuts (myself included) with a glass of mineral water (rationed, because we said they should reach for the entire flight). A deranged man and grabbed the phone completely internal and whore the pilot. For what! The coward did not face, but the policeman called again and informed us that until the police arrived the plane was not moving. When he arrived, the pilot demanded as a condition to carry off the rebel custody. All jumped as boiled milk in defense of the hysterical man, who had good reasons. But the pilot (an absolute bad ass calved) said the flight was canceled, ordered the police to let us down by force, stuck around and disappeared. It was 7 am, and all again in the boarding area (businesses remained closed, so we were still unable to take even a glass of water, even to lower the salted peanuts). Since I had a lot to lose, I tried to take things into a joke, and I began to have fun. At that point, and we were all friends. As always, a couple of guys proclaimed themselves leaders of the movement and began to give instructions. The airport asked us we were to allow addressing other flights, but we refused and did a picket sitting position Indians before the doors, and running to prevent passengers get into other flights. A boy (he, his wife and I were close) called Antena 3, which as any means that price is always fishing for a good scandal. Needless to say they did not let reporters enter the boarding area, so in a joint work some scenes filmed in the scandal, another brought his lap-top scenes and sent over the Internet. What great technology!
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