Hi there!,
A quickie, simply because all my posts started resembling novels!
We returned from a conference in Algiers via CDG, Paris. Somehow, the flight departure venue was changed from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1 and we were dropped at the wrong entry gate at Terminal 1. This meant that: we could either wait for another bus to gather and drop us at the correct gate but we had no idea what such a 'correct' bus would look like. I had been studying the layout of Terminal 1 and thought I had found a solution. That entry gate opposite from where we where seemed to me like the right place to go.
No-one agreed with me and it would have necessitated going back outside through the gate we entered - not the right thing to do!
I however found a way to slip out and entered by way of the other gate. As I made my way up the escalator, I started recognising parts of the Terminal and was more convinced I was going to find the departure gate. Unfortunately, a French security guard or gendarme noticed i was coming from the wrong direction and attempted to stop me. Now at that time my French was not 'on spec' and it appeared the guard could only converse in his home language.
Funny how quickly one runs out of decent signs when trying to communicate with a foreigner and a foreign land!
Eventually, I calmed down and showed the guard my boarding pass for the changed gate at Terminal 1. He smiled and half dragged me to the right gate.
Lesson for me?? Show officials an official piece of paper before attempting to engage in a discussion in a foreign country and language.
Oh and I got there in time for my departure time and alerted the boarding gate of the others stuck at the wrong entrance gate. Sometimes it pays to go with your gut feel.
Until my next post wherein I will tell of my trip to red square from Domodedovo International.
A quickie, simply because all my posts started resembling novels!
We returned from a conference in Algiers via CDG, Paris. Somehow, the flight departure venue was changed from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1 and we were dropped at the wrong entry gate at Terminal 1. This meant that: we could either wait for another bus to gather and drop us at the correct gate but we had no idea what such a 'correct' bus would look like. I had been studying the layout of Terminal 1 and thought I had found a solution. That entry gate opposite from where we where seemed to me like the right place to go.
No-one agreed with me and it would have necessitated going back outside through the gate we entered - not the right thing to do!
I however found a way to slip out and entered by way of the other gate. As I made my way up the escalator, I started recognising parts of the Terminal and was more convinced I was going to find the departure gate. Unfortunately, a French security guard or gendarme noticed i was coming from the wrong direction and attempted to stop me. Now at that time my French was not 'on spec' and it appeared the guard could only converse in his home language.
Funny how quickly one runs out of decent signs when trying to communicate with a foreigner and a foreign land!
Eventually, I calmed down and showed the guard my boarding pass for the changed gate at Terminal 1. He smiled and half dragged me to the right gate.
Lesson for me?? Show officials an official piece of paper before attempting to engage in a discussion in a foreign country and language.
Oh and I got there in time for my departure time and alerted the boarding gate of the others stuck at the wrong entrance gate. Sometimes it pays to go with your gut feel.
Until my next post wherein I will tell of my trip to red square from Domodedovo International.
You are always hard-headed! But it works out in the end! Love you!
ReplyDeleteThe Good Book calls it stiff-necked. Thanks for the forgiveness!
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