Madness in Manilla

Well the hideous part of the trip to Europe is nearly over. We arrived in Manilla sometime after midnight for our six hour layover. Tim and Pj had done this same trip a couple of months ago. They warned us that transferring to Terminal 1 was easy, but it was a nightmare once there. They claimed there are no seats or coffee to make bearable the three hour wait for check in to open. Well we got off the courtesy bus and were pretty impressed with the Terminal. Clean, great air-con lovely coffee shops. We slandered Tim and Pj for a while, what a pair of Sooky La La’s they are, etc. eventually we thought we may as well see if check in is open. Oops!! We had been sitting in Terminal 2. Back on the shuttle for the true gruesomeness of Terminal 1. Not sure we would do this trip again. But hopefully once we get onto Oman Air it will all become a distant memory. Len has a bit of a struggle with the automatic passport station in Brisbane. He was wearing his Salvador’s Dali t-shirt and the camera photographed the eccentric surrealist and it didn’t match Len’s passport photo. That and the confiscation of my tube of toothpaste in Manilla have been the only hiccups. Pic of us enjoying Terminal 2.Читать далее