It was now 11am, well time for me to catch the bus to the airport. A quick 30 minute ride later, I arrived at the fresh new terminal at Lech Walesa airport.




For some reason, I was unable to check-in online the previous night, so this meant another pointless conversation with a man at the Business/Star Gold-counter.

The male SAS agent (yes they have their own staff here) manning it was by no means friendly, and my request for window seats resulted in me getting perhaps the worst ones on the plane. And the bugger refused to change them. To me that was nonsense since my sequence numbers were low, and clearly there must be other window seats available.

I proceeded to security which was a breeze, and soon I found myself in the sterile airside part of the terminal.




The lounge seating consisted mostly of big leather armchairs, comfortable enough for a short visit. The only edible items on offer were various of sweets, yes lots and lots of them, along with a coffee machine and some bottled beer and coke.




The lounge was quite frankly boring, and since I felt more like having some exercise I headed out to the terminal to wander about the shops. Surprisingly the prices despite being at an airport were very cheap, and I actually came close to purchasing a Samsonite trolley bag, very reasonably priced at €100. At the end, I opted not to purchase it since I still have my Tokyo trip coming up a week later, and I would be better of spending those money on travel related expenses. Soon, I headed over to Gate 18 where my flight would board.




Boarding was 30 minutes late due to a late incoming aircraft. As it turns out, the scheduled B737-700 had gone tech, and a vanilla -600 acted as last minute replacement. Boarding was called in the usual SAS fashion, and everyone was crammed inside the jetway before being released to the apron from where we would board the plane via air stairs.




Once onboard a jolly Norwegian SAS granny greeted me at the door, offering newspapers to which I declined. See this is the type proactive senior SAS crews that I love, but sadly they’ve become much more rare these days. I soon found my seat 10A located in front of the exit row, meaning not only the view obstructed by the wing, but also no recline.




Very soon the door was shut, and the usual pre-departure foreplay took place. This was followed by a very short taxi to the runway before gently taking to the skies.




The seatbelt sign was turned off shortly after crossing the coastline, and immediately the jolly crew came around with the Cloud Shop trolley. As usual, I opted for a freebie coffee which was served with a smile.