According to this observation, I’m a True Brit:
You arrive hours before your flight ‘to be on the safe side’ then enjoy a full English breakfast and a pint (no matter what time it is): Fifteen signs you’re a true Brit flying off on holiday
Guilty as charged. I do that because it lessens the pain I feel when my holiday in Britishland has come to an end. (The only downside is that neither Heathrow nor Gatwick serve Wadworth 6X in any of their pubs.)
Among the others:
- You repeatedly check the boarding gate (because those motherfuckers are always changing the damn thing on me)
- You have packed your own teabags and Marmite (not Marmite — ugh — but I always pack lots of stuff I’m not going to find back home e.g. a 6-pack of sausage rolls)
- You apologise to the passenger next to you for needing the loo (that’s called “being polite” where I come from)
- as for that “getting there early” thing: I hate being stressed about missing my flight, and I like having the extra time for the aforesaid brekkie and pint.
I really need to travel again.
A 6 pak of sausage rolls seems pretty light to me.
I’d prefer at least a case of 24.
Go BIG or stay on the porch I always say.
OK, apparently I have an Inner Brit struggling to get out. Ditto on the arrive early and be polite points, but the wife and I prefer coffee and a Bloody Mary with our hearty breakfast.
I would go to the airport for a true English breakfast and a pint (or two) of 6X if it wasn’t for that damn security bullsh*t.
I’m like that as well. Didn’t know I was British.
I’ll happily get to the airport hours early so I can have a leisurely meal and stroll to the gate.
That said, herself isn’t like that. So guess what doesn’t happen when ‘we’ travel.
All of it. None of that happens when the missus is with.
I’m so sorry.
New Wife is EXACTLY the same as me, except she has tea with her brekkie.
I had no idea this indicated people were British.
I haven’t flown in years because I detest the security theater and mandatory groping by junior high school drop outs of TSA. I definitely got there early to make sure I got through security and made it to my flight on time.
JQ
There are fewer and fewer airports where a decent meal can be had. I can tell you that neither Dulles nor Reagan are in that group. You’d need to get there 3-4 hours early to get a below average sit-down meal that you’d pay 2-3 times the already high prices for in NoVa. I want to spend as little time in the airport as possible. I fondly remember traveling in airports in Bangkok, Japan, Singapore, Rome and Berlin 20-25 years ago when there were great restaurants to sample from.
The Fetching Dr. Topcat and myself are off to our annual trip to visit her sister in Wales next month (10 days for her, a month for me) and our routine is to pack some egg/potato curry on naan for the breakfast prior to arriving (DC to London overnight), then break up the 4-hour ride to Carmarthen with a long lunch stop at one of Bristol’s (or Cardiff’s, depending on how bad the M4 is) many fine pubs. After my wife returns to work, my BIL and I will take the car ferry from Fishguard to Rosslare (Ireland) and spend a few days sampling the best that southern Ireland has to offer.
No Bud Light on the menu.
I’d eat before arriving at the airport. Food there is insanely overpriced.
This hit the bullseye with a 40+ year international traveler:
You repeatedly check the boarding gate (because those motherfuckers are
always changing the damn thing on me
With me the Frogs at Orly win the prix du merde. Six gate changes in the 2 hour delay to an inter EU flight, and having made the final gate they cancelled the flight leaving all stranded with no other options that day, Absolutely hated working in Paris and the Le Bourget (military) exhibition venue over the years.
Oh, and French food is nowhere near as good as reputed plus stupid expensive there.
Sorry Kim, it doesn’t mean you’re a Brit, it means you’re old.
Old, old, old, oldy and mouldy. Like me.
In order: yes, yes, no (I don’t like hot places), yes, yes, absolutely yes (they love gate changes), no, there’s only me, yes, no, no, not any more, not any more, generally not necessary (I usually travel with only a cabin bag), yes because they only like their own bags. So 7/15 plus 5 partials. Okay, guilty as charged, m’lud!