Whilst we were saat looking at the flights we began to wonder how there could be 6 different flights leaving from the same terminal to go to the same destination at the same time. I suggested that perhaps they were teh same flight (despite the different companies) and that they just joined their passengers together in order to afford to run the flight. I didn’t find anything that could help me prove this conjecture but it’s the only thing that makes sense to me. Perhaps one day we will be able to solve the mystery.
Although that took up a lot of my time (I’m not very good at it) we still had hours to go before we would even consider going through security. I just started to film silly little things in the airport, like the security announcements and Chrissie and I managed to time one perfectly. I also decided to declare war on some guy who had decided to sit near us in the terminal. Apparently that’s what slep deprivation does to your mind. Luckily, it was just something silly and I didn’t do anything too drastic other than glare a little bit.
What I found really strange was the fact that all the people in Spain queue up for the plane around 40 minutes before the intended boarding time. It’s a pain as it means that everyone starts to queue for the flight and you have to get in the queue pretty fast if you want to be able to get a seat with anyone else you are travelling with. We were able to sit together though so we didn’t have much of a problem wiith that.
Hasta la fuego