by Nikki McKee
From hundreds of points all over the world people come together for the shortest time and then off they disperse to all corners of the globe. This is what I think of every time I’m in transit at a large international airport.
Recently I travelled to the UK stopping in Abu Dhabi for 3 hours between flights. We were on a flight from Brisbane and during those 3 hours, flights arrived from all over the world - Tokyo, Moscow, Islamabad, Washington D.C.... Off I went to Heathrow, my friend went to Frankfurt, and there were flights to Chengdu, Khartoum, Sao Paulo, Seychelles and many, many more places.
That’s a pretty standard affair for an international airport, but the beauty of it never ceases to amaze me. All these people pulled into the one place to then be scattered around the world. You have no idea where everyone came from or to where they are going, yet for that moment, this particular configuration of people was in the same place. Who will you bump shoulders with or wait next to in queue? What would they all be doing tomorrow and where would they be?
Being in transit is often a place of waiting yet it’s one of those places where you can stand still and let the world come to you. Some cities pride themselves on their multiculturalism and the world works hard at inter-racial relations. The transit lounge has it all – it is a wondrous place.