You would think that a simple trip to the airport would be nothing out of the ordinary — right?
I’m packed and waiting for the taxi, two last things on the to-do list: switch off the electricity and turn off the water. Almost done, the taxi is waiting just outside the front door.
I flip the fuses off while the other hand reaches for the water tap –. Crack! For a moment my mind is silent and I contemplate my next move, all the while a trickle slowly starts to form between fingers that dare not let go. Time seems to stand still as the water pressure builds and squirts in every direction.
What now? My flight departs in two hours and I simply don’t have time to fix this right now. Luckily the taxi driver saw that my hand was stopping a house-wide flood and turned off the water-main on the side-walk. No time to clean up the mess now.
The airport check-in and immigration went smoothly and before I knew it they were announcing the Final Call and I was one of the last passengers to go through boarding pass inspection. The Emirates airplane was within walking distance but clearly this isn’t Africa and we must wait for the bus.
We waited, and waited and waited….
Frustrated with the lack of answers from the ground staff I decided to approach a nearby bus driver myself to ask why he doesn’t pull up and transport us to the plane?
Hmm — could this be –.. Yes, only in Malta.
Lala Salama –. Zzzzzzzzz