The taxi ride was smooth (but expensive) until we got closer to the exhibition, the roads jammed up, the taxi literally crawled. 30dollars later, we ( We = meaning.. my long time friend of more than 10 years, Alwyn... and I) alighted and walked the rest of the way to the exhibition instead.. and yes it was faster to walk.
We get there and guess what? More lines! Picture below shows the last leg of the queue... once we were past this, it was okay... spacious enough for everyone on the exhibition grounds.We finally got onto the grounds at 1.30pm. And just in time to see the last air display.. which was probably the only one worth watching... the new A380. And it was magnificent. (miss this and your day there would be worthless). So we went about our merry way looking at the other aircraft on land. But static displays are just not as exciting as the ones in motion.
The journey back was even worse, thousands of sweaty and inconsiderate people pushing their way through gateways that were far too narrow to accomodate the massive crowd. I was squashed worse than in a club on New year's Eve... and in the blazing hot sun too.
Holly Jean: "Woah! Is that the hatch where the bombs drop out of?"
Stupid Look of the Day: The Imaginary Binoculars
Next time don't forget your sunglasses Alwyn!
All in all, this just wasn't worth the effort. I'm never going back unless these people have better logistic planning, and proper crowd control in place.