Walking across the tarmac - Mom and Dad in 1963
Dorothy said â€śThereâ€™s no place like homeâ€ť but as she found out, getting there can be both strange and difficult. Instead of Ruby Slippers, we used an Air France 747 but our wicked witch was the Charles de Gaulle airport. I like Air France airline but not its insistence on landing in that airport.
We had to change planes on our flight from Prague to Miami and of course we changed planes in Charles de Gaulle. For the second time in my life (also the second time at Charles de Gaulle on this trip) I had to get on/off a 747 using a rollup staircase and walk across the tarmac. It was just like in the 60â€™s when my parents traveled (Mom would be wearing a hat and gloves) and had to use those rollup staircases to get to the planes. What a time warp!! (However, Mom didnâ€™t have to go through security an extra time because of being on the tarmac.)
This airport also seems to have a two-bus-ride minimum for planes arriving from or departing to the US. You canâ€™t get off one plane into a terminal without a scenic-view-bus-ride to the terminal and then get on another bus for the ride to your second terminal. This was where we walked across the taxi way to get to the plane. As far as I could tell, the only reason we werenâ€™t bussed directly to the plane was so we could go through yet another security check (I think it was my fourth for the morning but I could have lost count by then.) For awhile I thought all this might just be French humor and a way to irk Americans but as far as I can tell, everybody (at least everybody who wants to leave France) gets the same treatment.