Ever been stuck in a regional airport?
In a foreign country?
With no WiFi?
For four hours?
My poor wife has. Although, maybe she hasn’t, because there’s no WiFi and I can’t get in touch with her.
I was doing some work earlier, and was thinking about her plight. And in my head, I wrote a silly poem.
And in lieu of anything better to pop on here today, why not this?
FOUR HOURS IN BODRUM AIRPORT
I’ve got…
Four hours in Bodrum Airport and I don’t know what to do.
We don’t fly out til 6 o’clock but they picked us up at 2.
There’s nothing here for entertainment or to help us pass the time.
Except tourist tat and coffee, and appalling Turkish wine.
So it’s…
Three hours in Bodrum Airport and I’m really rather bored.
The last few nights are catching up on me and leaving me quite floored.
Perhaps I’ll gently close my eyes and have a nice, quick nap.
Because just sitting here and waiting is such a load of crap.
But there’s still…
Two hours in Bodrum Airport and it’s not getting any better.
If I’d known I would have brought some wool: I could have knitted a whole sweater.
It’s not glamorous or exciting, it’s actually rather dull.
And honestly, I just can’t wait until we leave and fly to Istanbul.
So thank God there’s only…
One more hour in Bodrum Airport and they’re about to call our flight.
I’ve been stuck here all bloody afternoon: I won’t be staying the night.
I could have been drinking cocktails or sitting on the beach.
Or working on the wording of next year’s Rose Bowl acceptance speech.
At last…
So goodbye, Bodrum Airport. Thanks for putting up with me.
We’re finally leaving your runway at precisely 6:03.
Your little town is super: the beach, the sea, the grub.
But you really could do better with your major transport hub.
Disclaimer: I’ve never been to Bodrum Airport. It might be lovely.