Eventually we sit outside somewhere and wait to be served, when a woman shouts at us first in $foreign, then English that actually one of us needs to go inside. I go all weedy and useless and kinda insist in a really awful dick move way that Helen goes in so she does, and returns with wine and beer and more pintxos. It's all really nice and I feel small.
So now it's like, I dunno, 3.30pm or so. Flight is in about 4 hours. We walk back to the hotel, get stuff, decant things which need decanting, and walk back into town and along the road to find the bus stop. Helen says "aeropuerto?" to some women who say "no! next!" and we walk up a bit more. The A3247 arrives within seconds and before we know it we're at Bilbao airport, just over 3 hours before we fly.
There are no BA desks. There's a big sign saying they'll be desks 1-3, but those desks are not BA branded. I figure being over 3 hours early is a bit much, but it's not long to wait. We perch outside so Helen can vape and I periodically go back in to check if the desks are open. They never are. Eventually we sit inside, a whole bunch of other people go queue up, and are then told no, the desks won't be open until 5.30pm. Fucks sake!
We wouldn't need to use the desks, if we had mobile boarding passes, but that app had been very insistent that we were in no way fit to fly.
Do you know the way to San Jose?
Eventually 5.30pm turns up, and we join a queue. Once at the front, the woman behind the desk takes our passports and taps her computer a bit and then picks her phone up and makes a call. Helen's eyebrows raise dramatically and I'm very amused by this, though if I admit it now, also a bit treipdatious too. Being unable to check in on the way out was a surprise, and annoying; being unable to do so on this leg was, um, maybe a bit worrying. It's the first leg of a different itinerary to the outbound flight.. more details to follow, eventually.
Anyway, the woman says to us her machine is playing up, and hands Helen her boarding pass. Mine takes a while longer, and the intervention of some fella she had to beckon over, but then she's telling us where the lounge is and we're done! So off to the "gates 1-12" signs we go, stumbling into a giant queue which reaches to, er, pretty much exactly where we'd just been standing. Damn it.
There's no fast track line, though this doesn't stop one couple just pushing in 3 places in front of us. Twats. Once we're at the x-ray machines - 3 machines, only 1 in use - Helen takes great delight in pushing back in front of them. She gets singled out for extra frisking, and I get shouted at for being helpful with empty trays. PUT THEM ON LA MESA. Alright!
Anyway, now we're through, airside. It's about 6pm; we've been at the airport for over 90 minutes, damn it. The lounge is near gate 2, which seems confusing, especially as the two "VIP" signs point in other directions. But down to gate 2 we go, mixing with a bunch of arrivals, and here's the lounge.
The photo doesn't really do it justice. I mean, it's a lounge, there's free booze and food so let's not be too churlish. But it's awful. There's mess everywhere, the food is crisps or terrible biscuits or badly cling-filmed sandwiches you are apparently meant to microwave. At least the cava is nice, and most importantly THE WIFI WORKS. FINALLY I can upload the previous 2 blog posts to this!
The view is terrible. The unnecessary jeopardy each trip of mine seems to invole is over, however. We drink, aggressively.