Malaga Costa del Sol Airport
‘Could Bruce Fairbanks be the descendant of Seville’s church authority member?’ Ariel wondered once we arrived on the second floor of Terminal 3.
Lift shaft under the roof
‘I do not know. But I know why the question. The lift shaft is like a chapel inside a cathedral,’
“Shall we?” Herman beckoned.
Our walkway to the first floor revealed more of mesmerizing architecture of this particular terminal which was opened on 15 March 2010 by King Juan Carlos.
Another masterpiece was waiting for us inside.
Public hall overview. Note the glass wall
Check-in area overview
With eighty six check-in counters, we needed FIDS to locate our counter.
‘Really? How come?’ Ariel became sharp.
‘Alright! I did not do my homework properly,’
Airport check in
The counters were not yet opened as we got there, though it was 10.50 already.
Unmanned counters. Note the passage on each side
Five minutes later, Iberia customer service agent Macarena arrived.
“The counter will be opened in five minutes,” She notified us while preparing the two counters for our flight.
322 for Club Europe and 323 for check-in assistance
More fellow passengers were lining up behind us. But yet, our queue was nothing compared to others.
People all over the place on our left
In the meantime, Macarena had everything set behind counter 323.
“You may come forward. But if Business Class passengers arrive, they will be attended,”
We were attended anyway as there were no premium passengers in sight.
“Your final destination is Amsterdam?”
“And you have two pieces of luggage to check in?”
“No, just one,”
“Oh, I see two pieces on my screen. Let me just correct it for you,”
Herman looked at me. “Why have you done that?”
“I am not sure whether our suitcase will be overweight,”
The scale indicated twenty three kilograms. Our joint suitcase was coincidentally packed to single passenger’s maximum allowance.
“Your plane will be landed at 13.00. But we will board at 13.00 anyway,” Macarena said while returning our documents. “Enjoy your flight,”
We were processed just in time as Macarena noticed a man standing in front of counter 322.
Indeed, this premium passenger got attended before fellow Economy passenger behind us. But hey, we got our boarding passes, did we not?
My boarding pass. Note the missing gate number
“Shall we go inside?” Herman suggested.
“Sure. I would love to do some spotting. We have plenty of time,”
“Well, I am thinking more of shopping,”
“As you wish,”
Queues before security control
Again, we chose the wrong lane. Others moved up quickly, but ours. Still we made airside after five minutes. Good job on this, AGP
FIDS. Sorry for the reflection
“Darn, still another hour to find out our gate,”
“How about checking the duty free?”
“Just let’s do it. The shopping area is right on our opposite anyway,”
Duty free ‘chapel’ of T3 ‘cathedral’
“I wanna boom bang bang with your body-o
We're gonna rough it up before we take it slow
Girl let me rock you rock you like a rodeo
It's gonna be a bumpy ride…”
‘Mohombi’s Bumpy ride!’ Ariel broke the silence as we entered the shopping area. ‘What is the occasion? Hey, look there!’
“I'm gonna pull you over, pull you under
Make your body surrender to mine, heeeee hooooo…”
The couple was indeed performing in front of Jameson, but we made our body surrender to Famous Grouse.
, let me show you something,
Four Arrows Food & Beer Pub facade
Do you remember the very first photo on my report? If you know where it belongs to, you deserve this.
A pint of Guinness
Heineken for all I care. It will be yours anyway.
Just sit back and enjoy what we have got for you.
Swiss HB-IOL, dedicated to Gabriel (Gabrielchew) and Philip (OA260). 27th January 2008 and 8th December 2010?
Monarch G-OJMR, dedicated to Eric (Airbuseric), Martijn (CrimsonNL) and Matt (DunaA320)
At 12.45, something sleek in distinguished livery touched down.
“Dear Heaven!” I gave a cry by this sight. Unintentionally loud that a father and his toddler who were enjoying the view just nearby, turned their face to me.
Hazy view of G-LCYM
G-LCYM rolled towards the end of the runway and became out of sight.
‘The gate must be announced by now,’ Ariel whispered.
FIDS. Note the delayed Germanwings
“Our plane has arrived. Shall we go to the gate now?” I notified Herman.
“Do you know our gate number?”
“Yes, C thirty two,”
Border control before C pier
There were some passengers being attended at the border control. So, we decided to wait. It was just a matter of seconds though.
Macarena and her colleague were already at the gate. It was still 12.55, five minutes before indicated boarding time. But it did not make any difference for some fellow passengers.
“Enjoy your flight,” Macarena said after the boarding pass reader flashed green.
“Thank you,” I stepped onto the walkway.
I got funny feeling. ‘Could this be… ?’
‘… a bus gate? Yes!’
However, it happened to be the only bus deployed for our flight.
Interior view. Packed to the brim
But it did not matter with my strategic position. Another surprise was even waiting.
G-YMMB, dedicated to Palmjet. 3rd December 2010?
As we got closer to the remote apron next to General Aviation Terminal, the silhouette of G-LCYM came in sight. I had my camera at the ready, but in all sudden, our bus stopped some thirty meters away of G-LCYM.
Three disabled passengers obviously still had to disembark which delayed our boarding for another ten minutes. In the meantime, I could not help murmuring. ‘Embraer jet, so close, but yet untouchable,’
As the bus doors eventually slid open, I was in cloud nine, ‘I am about to lose my virginity to this beauty, familiar to Gabriel and Palmjet!’
, I made grateful use of being the last to leave the bus!
Wing shot, dedicated to Markus (FLIEGER67)
Is it an E-jet? Yes, it is!
[Edited 2011-11-24 07:11:59]