Have you ever watched a movie called “The Terminal”?
For those of you who haven’t, it’s about a man named Viktor Navorski (played by Tom Hanks) who lives in the airport for an extended period of time.
It’s one thing to watch the terminal at the movies but it’s an entirely different thing to spend your vacation inside of one. Believe it or not, I had never seen or heard of the movie (“The Terminal”) at that time.
So, here’s a story about a real life Viktor Navorski
You should always remember to bring a second credit card unless you would like to experience a real life version of the movie, like I did.
After a pleasant weekend in London, I was on my way to the next leg of my journey, Italy! I was going to be backpacking for 10 days. I thought I had it all planned out, boy was I wrong!
After an early turbulent Sunday morning flight I stepped off the airplane and wound my way into the airport. I hadn’t slept much during the flight and it seemed that my body didn’t receive a sufficient amount of coffee to counteract the lack of sleep. During times like these I try and distract myself by shifting my focus. I was desperately trying to entertain my thoughts, when I saw a woman crying in front of one of the security guards. The guards weren’t being very nice to her and it troubled me to observe this scene. Just then someone shoved their elbow into my side.
What a morning!
As the line crept forward, I became fascinated by the people around me. It’s really amazing that such a diverse collection of people can gather in one place. I smiled inside and thought that it resembled a scene from an old fashioned movie depicting the line to heaven. This thought almost made the wait pleasant until my turn came, and I then realized that the person that stamped my passport was not an angel.
As I walked through the gates, I became increasingly more excited for my great Italian adventure!
I went outside to get a bus, but I realized that I did not have enough money to pay for the bus fare. I figured that a trip to my good friend, the ATM machine was in order. My stomach was growling and at this point I could tell that a headache was brewing on the horizon. When I found the ATM machine, I squeezed my card inside into the slot. However, the machine just spat my card out, with no explanation. At this point, a line of people were collecting behind me and getting ever so irritated as I insisted on forcing my card into the slot again, and again. Finally a large man with a grimacing look made me think that unless I wanted to incite an angry mob it was time to try another ATM machine.
So, one by one, I forced my debit card into each and every ATM machine in the airport. I was tired, hungry, and desperate to find a comfortable bed and possibly even a filling meal.
Hours passed and I found myself alone in the Milan Malpensa Airport, with no money and no friends.
*Stay tuned for the next post