4 People You’ll See At The Departure Gate At Beirut Airport

This post was originally going to focus on the arrivals area of the Beirut-Rafic Hariri International Airport. In other words, it was going to talk about everyone you come across from the moment you step off the plane to the moment you exit the terminal. I had a lot to say about dodging balloons, flowers and unsupervised children as you frantically scan faces for your mother/friend/boyfriend.

However, I changed my mind. Having travelled this past Sunday, I decided there was just too much I had to say about departure gates and the people waiting there. Allow me to introduce you to everyone you’re likely to encounter at check-in and beyond.

The one with no concept of personal space

Standing nonchalantly behind you with a Louis Vuitton handbag and matching luggage is the one we’re all too familiar with when it comes to checking in – the one who has no intention of giving you the personal space you’re entitled to. You can’t take one step forward without having their trolley rammed into your ankles or feeling their breath on your neck. Probably wearing a heavy perfume.

The one who’s going to be late (and needs everyone to know about it)

You’ll spot an impatient, frustrated individual a little further on in your airport adventure. Also a high possibility that they’re on the phone to a friend/parent and swearing loudly. Usually wearing sneakers and ‘chic’ sweatpants.

The one whose suitcase is just over the weight limit

Ah, yes. You’ve finally reached the front of the line and you’re this close to checking in. Unfortunately, it’s just not going to happen. Why? Because the couple in front of you are currently unpacking their suitcase, pulling out multiple layers of clothing and asking if they can leave their heavier, less important belongings behind. Let’s hope your flight is delayed, because you definitely are.

The one who thinks Duty Free is theirs and theirs alone

You’ve made it to the other side unscathed, congratulations. There’s just time to step into duty free, and you almost burst with joy when you approach the empty cash register to pay. However, an unidentified individual in mid to late 30s has other ideas. Underestimating your height and vocabulary, they sweep in front of you armed with 1,200 cigarettes and his American Express – but you’re not having any of it. You protest loudly, roll your eyes and shake your head in disbelief until the cashier notices and says “Tfadalleh, madame” Madame?