After the excitement of getting to Zadar Airport, the rest was something of an anti-climax. The airport is very much lacking in seating, so I found a place to sit and wait outside, but it all felt a little sub-optimal. There were no seats at all in arrivals and just a handful in departures.
Matters didn’t improve when I tried to go through security, as my boarding pass was rejected and I was told to return in twenty minutes. I did, only for it to be rejected again and for another twenty-minute wait to be imposed. After the third attempt failed, I asked when passengers were actually allowed through. The security officer replied, “We never know,” which didn’t fill me with much confidence about their operations.
After popping into the lounge I watched the boarding commence and it was, as nearly always with Wizz Air, efficient and well managed.
The aircraft was HA-LGW, which has previously taken me from London Luton to Wrocław.
The seating gods had given me an aisle seat so that was most agreeable for the flight, which took around two hours. The flight was busy but once again beautifully uneventful, which is just as I like them. We landed around fifteen minutes early, although this probably owed more to Wizz Air’s generous timetable padding than any unusually enthusiastic flying by the pilot. One person applauded when the flight landed, but I’m pleased to record that they were ignored. There was the usual attempt by several passengers to push past everyone else when disembarking, a process that I’ve never entirely understood.
Oh good, a bus from the aircraft to the terminal at Warsaw. Unusually for this generally efficient airport, there was a delay of around half an hour before the buses arrived, which isn’t something I’ve experienced at Warsaw Chopin before. However, I was in no rush as I would be staying at the airport for a few hours before my flight to Georgia. Despite the delay, I still reached arrivals more quickly than those who had pushed past me, but I decided not to dwell on that modest victory. Given that this was a Schengen flight, there was no border control to go through, which made matters a little easier.
And this marks the end of the Balkans series of posts. Well, it does chronologically, although I am now going back to fill in several gaps, meaning that even the conclusion requires further instalments. It had been a rather lovely way to spend a couple of weeks, taking us through Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Croatia without any genuinely serious transport disasters. By the standards of this trip, that represented considerable organisational success by Jonathan and me if I may say so myself.