Gdansk private

Arrival

Flying with Wizzair, a line I have never heard of before. Priority, meaning I can take two bags with me onto the plane. The flight is delayed. With each minute, it gets ten minutes later. Departure gate will be announced later. At some point. Contact Lena every 10 minutes, she is supposed to pick me up in Gdansk.

Lena Wenta is the initiator and leader of the project. She is originally from Poland but has been living in Vienna for a long time. Lena is a cosmopolitan and boundary rider. Her projects are always grand. She doesn't bother with small stuff.

Find a bar with a smoking section at the airport. I'll settle there for a while. I smoke and watch how the non-smokers outside also get annoyed by the delay, just healthier.

At 10:00, both the healthy and unhealthy are kicked out of the venue. Smokers have it harder. They make sure they can blow some exhaust fumes into the room before they move on to the next chamber where they can make it smell bad.

In the meantime, we have learned that the flight is at midnight and there is a gate that we can initially go to and that will turn out to be final.

The plane is ready, the priority checked-in passengers, including me, can go in first. But I don't understand anything because the explanation is in Polish, which I don't yet speak.

Somehow I get it, crawl to the bus, which is already packed, and after half an hour brings us to the Wizzair aircraft with the equally exhausted 'Non-Priority' passengers.

This is stylistically to my taste: a mixture of the angular style of the late 1980s, faux leather with plastic metal imitation, the seats lined up tightly and sized at 80 cm hip width.

Land in Gdansk at 02:00. Dead tired. Will be taken to bed.

To be continued.