I fully relate, I adore “strange experiences” and hotels can absolutely provide that.
People look at me like I’m strange for loving airports. I’ve been to so many, all around the world, and it’s always this constant, always this focused energy and constrained anticipation, everyone, everywhere scrambling to this fantastic act that we do with casual ease, flying across the world and we treat it with such outward indifference, but you see it in almost everyone’s eyes, as soon as the plane starts to move, people’s masks fall and you see either the fear or excitement, the glances out the windows, the building intensity, the sudden launch into the sky as we all collectively break the apparent rules of nature and do something fantastic.
YES. Even just waiting for my flight, there’s this pleasant mix of tension and purpose. And I’m not relaxed, per se, but it’s one of the few times in my life when I don’t have a nagging feeling that there’s something else I should be doing.
I’ve just got everything I need, and I’m waiting for something amazing. It’s perfect.
I fully relate, I adore “strange experiences” and hotels can absolutely provide that.
People look at me like I’m strange for loving airports. I’ve been to so many, all around the world, and it’s always this constant, always this focused energy and constrained anticipation, everyone, everywhere scrambling to this fantastic act that we do with casual ease, flying across the world and we treat it with such outward indifference, but you see it in almost everyone’s eyes, as soon as the plane starts to move, people’s masks fall and you see either the fear or excitement, the glances out the windows, the building intensity, the sudden launch into the sky as we all collectively break the apparent rules of nature and do something fantastic.
It never gets old.
I’ve nailed it a few times but I love falling asleep before cruising altitude and waking up at landing. Feels like I just teleported a thousand miles.
YES. Even just waiting for my flight, there’s this pleasant mix of tension and purpose. And I’m not relaxed, per se, but it’s one of the few times in my life when I don’t have a nagging feeling that there’s something else I should be doing.
I’ve just got everything I need, and I’m waiting for something amazing. It’s perfect.
This, it’s a feeling of weird freedom… you’re packed and have your most essential things and you’re leaving the bounds of Earth.