For some time I lived at the airport. Some time willingly and some time unwillingly. I used the airport showers, ate airport food, figured out how to make most of all vouchers I got, made friends with other people living at the airport, moving to an airport hotel, and back to the terminal where a trolly was my home. A bit like in this movie, "The Terminal". But I had a chance to leave, I was not trapped there. Just a bit of patience was necassary. My flight to Santiago, Chile was via Papeete, Tahiti with Air Tahiti Nui. And the flight to Papeete was four hours late which would have led to a five day stop-over in Papeete. Onward fights to Santiago are rare. I would have had no objections at all to have a
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