I love being at airports. The air of big wide world, the clueless hectic of the people, the little rituals. But when going through for travel, there is one part which makes me rather angry: the queues. They always seem endless, not moving at all, and you are always stuck between the most obnoxious people possible.

Finally being free leaves one in the right mood to be annoyed by pretty much everything. The lack of signs when you need them. The duty free shop with idle shoppers being placed smack in the middle of the shortest path to the gate. The inadequate size and poor condition of the toilets. The price of a bottle of water. Well, everything.

A while ago, I started to write down all these things. In a vain attempt to be fair, I added the things I liked about the airport in question. Since I couldn’t come up with many, I decided to call the whole thing “needlessly critical” and be done with it.

So stay tuned for a lot of mostly unfair bitchin’ with a bit of truth at the core.

She is not a pretty lady. Although there are signs of honest beauty, most of her face is thoughtlessly ugly. Her body feels older than her age would suggest. Run-down, over-used. Neither is she an easy lady. A boiling temper yet a cold heart. Two souls. Living contradiction.

Not the kind of lady, you would fall in love with. But as the plane lifts off, back, to wherever your life is, a sadness grips you heart. A very special sadness. Wrong, then. Once more.

Travel, like the mild form of adventure it is, comes with two faces: Hours of utter boredom are interrupted by often strange and surreal events. One of these naturally makes for good entertainment if relayed right. But the other may lead to some worthwhile results as well as it makes the brain wander. In my case this leads to occasionally funny, mostly melancholic, and rarely semi-deep ramblings.

A write-only medium such as the Internet makes for the perfect place to share these anecdotes and insights with nobody in particular and the world at large.

That is the plan behind this blogging attempt. A grand plan if ever there was one.