I am writing this right now at Cologne Airport. I am not supposed to be here. I should be on a plane, which should have left approximately fifteen minutes ago.
Instead, an hour ago, the flight time and gate information disappeared from the screen, and were replaced by a word:
And so began the Odyssey.
I walked to one end of the terminal, in order to leave the secure area of the airport.
I walked to the other end of the terminal, in order to rebook my flight.
I walked back to the other end of the terminal, to pick up my bags.
Unable to find them, I walked back again to the other end, to confirm directions.
Directions confirmed, I returned to the other end of the terminal, where a police officer indicated that I could find my bags by knocking on an unmarked door.
Bags reclaimed, I trekked again across the terminal to drop them back off at check-in.
After which I walked across the terminal a final time, to pass through security (again).
German Wings. There’s got to be a better way.