After a slight issue with a set of flights that I booked last summer, I know have a (necessary) paranoia when visiting airports. This is not for the fact that I will be flying roughly 35, 000 feet up in the air, in a tin can with carpets but instead to the issue, that I may have mentally malfunctioned during the booking process (again). Needless to say, my moronic capabilities were kept at bay by obsessive self checks and I passed through security with no issues.
The flight was surprisingly empty, meaning that I could stretch my legs out over two seats. The luxury of a Virgin!
Next stop; LANDAN!
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