A visit to the Airport (Fahrt 1)

The elderly, previously cheese fed dog sitting between us had just farted so we had to vacate the sofa anyway. We just made it to the open windows and whilst standing and wafting fresh air around the room, we realised "we have legs. Let’s use ‘em, before we lose ‘em!" … jumped into a handy car along with Princess Rottingcheesebum (in upper English society pronounced "Ro-chè-bu") and sped our way, windows wide open, to Franz Josef Strauß Airport.

I like most airports, the sights, the smells, the unique activity that’s generated in an airport. München Flughafen has that "painted-over-90’s" vibe (if there ever was a "vibe" in the 90’s), which is cute.
We found a viewing mound on the opposite site of the airport to the terminals which gave some good views of the southern runway. The dissipating breeze meant that we were kept cool and the Princess could fart to her heart’s content.

If y’all thinking I’m weird (wait for it before answering!) for spontaneously visiting an airport, in extras you will please note, there are persons who drag industrial ladders to airports to photograph the act of aeroplanes rising and falling.