Bloody hell!
It's fucking closed!
Sarah had these grand visions of spending the four hours between flights flitting between duty free, hush puppies store, more duty free, toblerone shopping, and back to duty free again.
After being pushed to restrictive shopping timetables on the train trip, four hours should have been just about right.
So this glorious airport, with a massive departure lounge, might have flights arriving at all hours, but there is no retail therapy till about 0700. Bugger!
Oh, there's a Burglar King open, and some other goody outlets. So you won't starve to death, you'll just get bored senseless.
If she had brought any Indian sweets, she could have eaten herself into a diabetic coma. I don't know if you've tried Indian sweets or not, but they are all made out of milk products. Condensed milk, it tastes like to my untrained palate. One of the popular ones is gulab jamuns, camel testicles marinated in syrup. There are a bunch of others that taste the same, and look kinda the same, but have completely different names. Then there is the range of dry sweets, all made from condensed milk and almonds. Again, many variations on a theme. There are even some with edible silver paper stuck to them. I HAVE NO IDEA!
My personal favourite would have to be jalebis. They are bright orange (food colouring, kiddies), and look like pretzels. But bite into one, and your mouth will explode with sugar. They are filled with, and probably made of, flavoured sugar syrup. They appear to be made by squirting the mixture into a deep fryer. Jenny Craig would just LOVE this.
But she didn't bring any. She did her PhD on them, and MAF won't let them into NZ.
So we sit. She tries to snooze while I write this drivel.
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