I LOVE going on holiday. But I find actually getting there extremely stressful.
It all starts in the airport. Actually, no, that's not right. My stress starts before my journey TO the airport. When is check-in? When should I phone for a taxi? Should I pre-book it? What if they forget about me? After I've phoned, how long will it take them to turn up? Will I get to the airport in one piece? How much will it cost?
(Considering the last two journeys I have had to the airport involved a crash and a broken gearbox, I think I'm justified in many of the worries.)
Then we reach the airport. Where is check-in? Is it open? Is it the one with the massive queue? (Yes) Is there more than one queue for this particular check-in? (Yes) Will I choose the slower queue like I always end up doing in the supermarket? (Yes) Will me and the rest of my party be so near the back of the queue we end up having to sit separately?
(Thank God we've pre-booked seats this time.)
Security. Am I wearing anything that will make the machine bleep? (Probably not, but it will undoubtedly beep anyway.) Is my bag going to get searched? Am I going to be subjected to some sort of body cavity search? Do I have something in my carry-on that I shouldn't? Have I chose the wrong queue again? (yes). What if someone steals my stuff at the other end of the x-ray machine before I get to it? Will I have to take off my shoes?
(I HATE that.)
Through security. How much alcohol can I drink at the airport bar before I am refused the chance to get on the flight? Will my flight be delayed for eight hours like the Majorca one last year?
Boarding. One time me, my mum and some other travellers got stuck in a passage on the way to board the plane. One of the doors closed and we couldn't get it open from our side. We thought we were going to be forgotten about and left behind. It didn't happen but WHAT IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN???
Oh then I worry that the person in the aisle seat will already have sat down, which means I will need to climb over them or make them stand up to reach my seat. What if they hate me for the entire flight???
And, the most important one, ever-present no matter how smoothly anything else may go. Will the plane crash?
Safe to say I worry too much . . .
But worrying doesn't get packing done. Neither does blogging, I guess . . .
What stresses YOU out most about air travel?