New York City. As bucket lists go, it was at the top of a very long list. Bags packed, Metro to NCL, a short hop across the Irish Sea, an hour and a half layover at Dublin Airport (more than enough time to breeze through US Immigration) and on to JFK. What could possibly go wrong?
The early morning NCL to DUB flight departed ten minutes late. Touching down at Dublin Airport, the small matter of transferring from the plane to the terminal building had been somewhat overlooked, more accurately, the time it would take to get from here (the plane) to there (terminal 2) had been underestimated. The queues to get through passport control and US Immigration were long, very long. Hundreds, more like thousands, weighed down with bags, cases and a whole lot more, stood patiently in line. The gate was about to close with your (concerned) correspondent nowhere near the front of the queue. Would the 11:05 Aer Lingus flight to JFK depart without your (now worried) correspondent?
The queue of hundreds, possibly thousands, waiting to board any number of flights, looked up at the departures board: GO TO GATE...NOW BOARDING...LAST CALL!!! Muffled/inaudible announcements did little to ease concerns. After an eternity, or so it seemed, the gate was in view. Boarding pass scanned, then a mad dash to the aircraft's cattle class door. The now-running, anxious hordes converged on the door to be greeted by relaxed, smiling cabin crew. They weren't about to leave without us! Taking our seats with sixty seconds to spare, we were ready to depart for NYC, the jazz capital of the world! Russell
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