Airport, layover, island paradise (Martinique), day 2
And here I am, once again, at an airport. I spent nearly two hundred Euros on this little stop-over... Two thirds, on simply getting from the airport to the hotel and back.
Traveler’s tip: taking taxis is expensive. Taking taxis on public holidays is even more expensive. Airport hotels may feel like you’re not even properly in the country, but when available, can be less hassle.
Of course, there seem to be exactly zero hotels here within 20 kilometers of the runways. I fervently hope my travel expenses here will be covered. Guess we’ll see. That plus the anti-tropical-nasties meds are starting to feel like the ransom for a minor Saudi prince. Alright, maybe not quite.
On a more scented note, I get to sit in the mild but detectible aroma of my mosquito repellent. Hope I’ve put some everywhere that matters (which is everywhere). All while resentfully glaring at the locked door to the business lounge, at 7 am local time. Clearly, it’s too early for business, as the lounge only deigns open its doors at the royal hour of 4pm. Had I known no serious businessman hangs out at the airport before then, I would’ve at least taken the morning to look around. Of course then I would’ve missed my next flight, which leaves in an hour and a half. Thus completely messing up the rest of my trip, as a bonus. At least now I know why there’s no business class on this flight. It all makes sense now!
In a completely unrelated grumble, the duty free shop doesn’t seem to sell neckties. Serves me right for forgetting to pack any. Whoops. Some business traveler I am. Though I suppose with it being around thirty degrees Celsius and humid as a Turkish steamer, the detail may be overlooked.
On to South America!
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