Today I came to flew in from Manchester to Stuttgart, Germany. Nothing unusual about this trip – I do it several times a year to see Klafs. For this trip, I will go to the Interbad show.
That aside, I was amused by the differences between our two countries.
I arrived at Manchester airport at 7.30 this morning and it is in chaos. The computer system for Thomas Cook was down, and the queues were extraordinary. I had to fight my way through to get to my check-in desk to drop off my luggage.
Being a man of modern technology, I checked in on line and dropped off my luggage at the “express-drop off point”.
My question was, why not get a member of staff with a laptop and check in the customers through their online check-in. Seemed a simple solution to me, but not one that was willing received that is for sure.
So, I carry on my journey.
My chance for breakfast was dashed when they called my gate. I (eventually) get to the gate through the maze of redevelopment work at the airport to find the whole place full of people who didn’t know what they were doing.
For 30 minutes I had to sit there, whilst they sorted it out. I could have got my breakfast after all. D’oh!
I get on the plane, and the two people sat next to me have all been allocated seats that have been allocated to other people too. This almost caused a fight as these seats had the best leg room. I was safe though, thank God.
So, there was a lot of drama. A lot of problems, and I still hadn’t had breakfast. I dig into the paper and forget the journey as I am absorbed by the tales of banking woe.
The plane lands. Everything changes.
We get to the very clean, designed terminal. Go through passport control within a matter of minutes. As soon as I am through, my luggage is coming through on the belt and I am away. The hotel is moments away, and they find me a room here at the Movenpick even though I am early. I settle down think about the differences, and laugh.
After all this though – I am glad that I am English. I guess I am used to it, because that is what being English is all about – flexible enough to cope with the odd set back, and chilled out enough to not need everything millimeter perfect.
I like Germany, I like it a lot. Everytime I am here – I enjoy seeing how they do things. Occassionally I will wish that we did it the same way (especially at airports). But being here does cause me to thank God that I am English!