30.06.2016 - 30.06.2016 15 °C
Our travel to Dublin on Swiss Air, a great travel provider with great food and drink service, is hindered by its home base where our travel required a stopover in transit. Not allowed to see the outside of the terminal, I can only comment on the interior, and can honestly say that compared to Changi where the spaces are filled with art and a profusion of plants and flowers, this treminal has all the grace and warmth of the deep end of an Olympic swimming pool, lined as it is with tiles and chrome. Then of course (to keep the analogy going) we were confronted by the pool guard adorned with the obligatory medals for compliance, who demanded that we relinquish some of our dangerous liquids and chemicals. Not that any of these has been an issue in any of the other three dependencies we had already been checked by during our travels, but here, in transit, in the swimming pool we were to swim no more than 200m from the check, apparently we had too much. The ridiculousness of this bureaucracy can't be lost on anyone. Our threat to the world as we know it consisted of two small (under 100ml bottles of shampoo and conditioner, bought especially for the trip because of their size, a very small bottle of nail polish remover, and an even smaller bottle of face cream), all, apparently because we had too much and would be weighted down in our quest for gold in our chosen event, the 200m getting to departure lounge 31D.
It was raining as we departed, and my hope, as always, was that this precipitation would cleanse the mindlessness of bureaucratic ridiculousness from this dreary world, now the domain of life guards (without obligatory whistles the only saving grace), whose sole role in the swimming pool of life, is to make certain no one has any fun in the deep end.