TROTTINGS = Trip Jottings

The Fox Trots: Travel Stories from The Fox.

February 12 2014

Trottings: Smart singer; Airports (Amsterdam, Paris, Singapore).

Smart singer

A singer at a travel event I witnessed recently was reading her song’s words from her smartphone. Being impressed, I pointed this out to a colleague, who was not impressed.

He ventured “She’s checking her emails!”

 

 

Amsterdam airport

I was intrigued to read that the airport housed a museum air-side. It was not easy to find, partly because the entrance is inside the shop selling souvenirs related to the museum.

Some museum paintings are displayed in just a single room above the shop, not small, not large. I was disappointed that the ambiance was dull (paintings on three sides), but on reflection obviously one cannot expect much; it is an airport, after all.

The shop sold what seemed to be good quality knicknacks of many types – bags, elephants, key rings, drinking glasses, etc. To me they seemed a little costly; the smallest elephant, for instance, was about US$30.

 

 

Paris CDG airport

I am surprised that I spotted an inefficient work pattern – without really looking.

At the security check for transit passengers, the security agent stands at the end of the conveyor belt telling travellers what to do (remove telephone, computer, etc). Because of where she was standing and what she was doing, only one person at a time could prepare; the rest of us just stood waiting.

If the agent moved to the end, next to the security machine, then three or four people would be ready for her to help/check, and thus save about one minute per passenger. She also had to tell each passenger to push their bag and tray along the belt. And some did not, so she had to do it for them.

All that would be solved if she did it my way.

 

 

Singapore airport

I remarked earlier that I seem to see some new passenger-service element at Singapore’s Changi airport every time I visit it (2/3-times/year). This time it was child-height computers for access to the internet.

 

 

Remember, I’ll be famous after I’m dead.

The Fox