Trychydts in English

Mum flew back to the US on Monday. As usual, I volunteered to see her off, so I could take the car back to the city. I also took the opportunity to take some pictures of the airport.

I like airports, just like railway and bus stations: I love the feeling of travelling. I like seeing new places, especially cities. It’s good to arrive somewhere I have never been before; it’s good to see something new. Interestingly, I like almost as much coming back. When I have arrived back from Bristol where I was visiting  a a friend of mine, it was a wonderfully cosy feeling arriving here.

A few years ago, as a job, I had to greet the participants of a conference here. I also had to arrange their transport to the conference. Since the airport has two terminals, occasionally I literally should have been at two places at the time. This happened when one plane was delayed, another landed earlier, but at the same time. Probably I will never forget my terror when looking for the Korean delegation for half an hour — until it turned out that they could make it without my help. Fortunately, they went to the right place.

I remember, when I was a kid, this place (or, more precisely, the elder building, which serves the low-cost airlines now) meant a lot of dull waiting and my grandfather arriving  back home. Being an ambassador, he showed up at home rarely, but fortunately he always brought me some Mars bars . That time, it was not available in Hungary at all. I remember, me and my sister usually played hare and hounds or hide-and-seek in the hall. Mum was a bit scandalized by our behavior, but we didn’t really bother .