Airport Stopovers: Stopovers are an integral part
of having a house in another country.
We try to make the journey as easy as possible, and also as interesting
as possible and so we have tried various options.
Takis in Italy |
Me in Florence, I obviously have to go again. I rubbed the hog's nose! |
Athens in Spring |
Paddington Station, London |
Orchid Gardens Singapore |
Coffee Shop Singapore |
Iyer says,
‘So
often we find ourselves in their accommodating, anonymous spaces, surrounded by
the familiar totems’
He
mentions The Body Shop, and I would add ‘Costa’s Coffee’, Starbucks,
MacDonalds, Duty Free, Victoria’s Secret’ and so on and he continues,
‘A
modern airport is based on the assumption that everyone’s from somewhere else,
and so in need of something he can recognize to make him feel at home.’
Airport Crowds: To some extent you are alone
in an airport for it is a ‘border crossing’, and you are an alien even though you
are surrounded by crowds. They are all strangers - wearing mulitcoloured saris,
black burka’s, by turbans and galabias.
How
appropriate Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote!
‘What
is man but a congress of nations?’
Perhaps
we can say what is an airport but a congress of nations.
Luggage Taken and Brought Back: There were times we took large
cases filled with took tools and door handles for the renovation in Greece. I’ve
always taken books and packets of seeds.
But now we take small suitcases with just enough to see us through the
few days we spend in transit, until we reach our home on Lemnos. We have all we
need there – and anyway we are past the days of heaving large cases off
carousels.
And
always we have stowed away a few gifts, for neighbours and family. The Greeks
have all received fluffy Koalas, and the Australians calendars from Lemnos. I
have to think of something else to take this year!
Also,
the last two years, I’ve even begun bringing back things, finding that over the
last ten years I’ve accumulated more than I need on the island.
Pico Iyer
puts it
‘Everyone,
in fact, is on alert to some extent when he goes to the airport, and it is that
sense of Free-floating apprehension that all the life-insurance companies… hope
to turn to profit.’
But
also there are bodily difficulties as we are so tired.
It
might be the combination of fear, weariness, and the anonymous spaces that
takes us into that ‘airport feeling’.
Again
Pico Iyer describes this state so well,
‘I
slipped into that peculiar state of mind – or no-mind – that belongs to the
no-time, no-place of the airport, that –out-of-body state in which one’s not
quite there, but certainly not elsewhere.’
Airport Responsibilities: Even in airports, in these
somewhat ‘accommodating, anonymous spaces’, we still have responsibilities. When
flights are delayed, when we have to wait in queues, we should still respect
those around us. We have put ourselves into a situation where there will be
crying children, we can’t expect them to disappear.
Simone
Weil (quoted by Iyer) says
‘We
must take the feeling of being at home into exile.’
I interpret
this to mean that though we are not at home we should act as though we are;
still be a good citizen and have regard for the feelings of others.
We
take ourselves with us, and we will not arrive in a new place as a person
without responsibilities. While we might be on a tourist journey planning to enjoy
different lifestyles this is not a time to only ‘take’: take photos, sample
food, etc. It is also be a time to ‘give’: to be fully there, to share some of
our ways of being, and hopefully this will be appreciated and will benefit
those we meet along the way.
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