Dinard airport is the smallest airport I have ever landed
on. And I've been flying for ~40 years
now. When a split-second after the ROUGH touch-down, the pilot hit the brakes
with all the force they could handle (that’s what it felt like), I thought we had one or several flat tires. But the
real reason became instantly clear after coming out of the plane. (And I don’t
think it was that the pilot tried to avoid hitting the ancient fire-truck ;-)
While in other cities the reason only two customs officers might
be working the immigration booths still eludes me, the booth here in Dinard
only has room for 2 ;-) Needless to say,
there is no train station attached to the airport.
Neither buses nor coaches have a stop
here. No taxis were at the ‘taxi
stand’. A British couple had reserved a
taxi and they were not amused that the cab was not there. A bit of telephoning revealed that the
reserved taxi was on its way. Another
French woman was talking to the taxi dispatch centre (so I at least assumed),
but when the reserved taxi finally arrived, the cell-phone at the driver’s ear
made it clear that the French lady was actually talking to the driver of the
taxi that the British couple had ordered.
The best part: The driver did not
even hesitate to say OUE to the posed question whether all 4 of us (3 parties) could
split the taxi and the fare, since all of us were trying to get to the same
part of the same town.
Vive la France ;-)
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