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I left the hotel in Cochabamba at 5.30 on Sunday morning and after that it was one queue after another: queue to check in luggage, queue to pay airport taxes, queue to check boarding pass, then security and then to have all hand luggage searched.
In Santa Cruz there is not much time between flights and there we have more queues: queue to check boarding passes, passport control, Interpol, anti-narcotics and then hand luggage is searched again. The anti-narcotics control seems like a bad joke in a country where today the only crop that is being encouraged and is spreading is coca leaf cultivation!!!
In Buenos Aires I had an 8 hour wait which turned into 9 hours. At 10:30pm when we should have been taking off the first of the flight attendants began to trickle in and at 10:50p.m. some crew members were still shopping in the Duty Free shop.
The flight arrived in Madrid on Monday afternoon at 3.30pm when I should have been boarding the flight to Málaga. A mad dash brought me to gate M35 just before the flight was closed. Fortunately for once the Málaga flight left from an area of the terminal which meant that I did not have to make the train journey. Otherwise I would certainly have missed the flight.
However, my suitcase did not manage to get to Málaga and at this point in time its whereabouts are unknown. Let's see when it turns up ...
I left the hotel in Cochabamba at 5.30 on Sunday morning and after that it was one queue after another: queue to check in luggage, queue to pay airport taxes, queue to check boarding pass, then security and then to have all hand luggage searched.
In Santa Cruz there is not much time between flights and there we have more queues: queue to check boarding passes, passport control, Interpol, anti-narcotics and then hand luggage is searched again. The anti-narcotics control seems like a bad joke in a country where today the only crop that is being encouraged and is spreading is coca leaf cultivation!!!
In Buenos Aires I had an 8 hour wait which turned into 9 hours. At 10:30pm when we should have been taking off the first of the flight attendants began to trickle in and at 10:50p.m. some crew members were still shopping in the Duty Free shop.
The flight arrived in Madrid on Monday afternoon at 3.30pm when I should have been boarding the flight to Málaga. A mad dash brought me to gate M35 just before the flight was closed. Fortunately for once the Málaga flight left from an area of the terminal which meant that I did not have to make the train journey. Otherwise I would certainly have missed the flight.
However, my suitcase did not manage to get to Málaga and at this point in time its whereabouts are unknown. Let's see when it turns up ...
posted by Mary | 1:46 PM
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