Worst Airport Ever

Yesterday was our last day in Santorini.  Pretty sad, the place is so beautiful.

We got a shuttle to the Thira airport.  This airport was the worst.

To even get in the building there's a crowd spilling out the front door.  It's not clear whether there's lines, which line to get in, etc.  You just get in the crowd and slowly work your way in, then jostle & shove to get into the right line.  Inside is packed, like if I put my hands out and spun around I'd smack several people.  And it is HOT.  Hot outside, inside even hotter because of all the people.  Deodorant, perfume, whatever just quickly lost the battle, I was gross.

Oh also the counter for our airline wasn't even open so there's a long wait before the line even starts to move.

Once we get our bags checked we go to this waiting area.  Also super crowded.  We manage to get seats but there's just people all over, still crazy hot.

After more waiting they open up this holding pen for our flight: you go through passport control and then wait in this little space.

The passport line is crazy slow, just glacial.  Extra salt in the wound: right next to us is the separate line for European passports, which is moving super fast.

We finally get into the little space and then it just gets really bad.  Now we're even more crowded.  There's nowhere to sit.  It's even hotter.  Our flight is delayed so we're just chillin for a long time.  And since we've already been through passport control we aren't allowed to go back out.  Chillin is the wrong word of course.  It was hot.  Did I mention that?

We finally get loaded onto a little bus to shuttle us out to the plane.  That's even hotter and more crowded, and the bus doesn't go right away.  Lucky for us we were like the last people to get on the bus, some people had to hang in there for like five minutes.

The real kicker in all this is Michelle was not feeling well at all.  Terrible stomach pains, dizzy, nauseated.  I tried to get her some medicine.  Nothing was for sale but some salesclerk just gave me their personal stash.  We're not sure what it was b/c it didn't do anything for the pain and just made her feel high.

When we finally got onto the plane she threw up in the bathroom.  The airplane staff was really nice, took good care of us.  On the plane ride she started to feel better but it was really really bad for a while.

On the plus side, this is the first time I was in seat 1A and 1B in a plane.  We were first on and first off.

We got to our hotel in London, no problem.  We'd gotten a recommendation for an Indian place, we went there.  Very, very happy to not be eating Greek food.  The place is called Dishoom.  They had a line out the door, 30 min wait for us.  It was kind of like an Indian version of Beppo's.  Good Indian food but kind of 'fake' somehow.  Snarky menu, non-Indian staff, etc.  Good food though.

Back to the hotel, watched a stupid movie on pay per view, bedtime.