I have never understood the thinking behind the early morning pint (or similar) at an airport before getting on a plane to parts foreign.
The issue raised its head earlier this month when Mrs WeeKeef and I escaped the miserable cold and damp that has been the British spring of 2024, and instead had a few days in some lovely warm sunshine (26degC) in southern Italy. Naples to be precise.
Our trip started with a 4.30am taxi ride to the airport where, for once, we were travelling light and the security systems were all working splendidly. The result was that we found ourselves lurking in Departures with a comfortable 45 minutes until boarding and the issue of what to do next. For us it is a familiar pattern: first, buy water for the journey; second, nip to the loo (unrelated); and third, get a coffee.
Easy, relaxing and uncontroversial.
And it gives us a little time to watch the world go by: a favourite pastime of mine in airports, you may recall. Inevitably we end up marvelling at the fact that, despite the early hour, all of the bars are full of people downing some alcoholic beverage or other. There is a strange thing that happens to many people in airports which convinces them that it is perfectly fine to “get a start” on the holiday, no matter the time of day.
But it’s not fine. It really isn’t. It’s five o’clock in the morning and you have a pint in each hand and a determined look on your face which says you are going to enjoy this no matter what. The vast majority of those people would never begin to contemplate drinking at this time, and rightly so. If nothing else, an airport departure lounge is not “on holiday”. It’s a nightmare of queueing, official documentation and second thoughts about whether a 6am flight was really a good idea in the first place. And then you’ve got tiny seats, in-flight upselling and immigration to cope with.
Certainly the man who I spotted sitting in a crowded Wetherspoons, nursing a half empty pint glass, staring over his lady companion’s head into the middle distance and looking miserable as sin did not seem to be enjoying his holiday so far.
Relax people. Have a hot beverage. Maybe a bacon sandwich. Good times are coming.
Anyway, I will tell you more about our trip, and others, in a while. In the meantime, here is a photo I took on the flight home.
What? It was after midday. Italy time!