Trollope

The pleasures of travelling to and from Bratislava Airport. The near empty brand spanking new terminal buildings for the four arrivals and four departures a day winter timetable (surely the quietest capital city airport in Europe..?). The now in-famous bus trip taking you from the airplane to the terminal building, 10 minutes to get everyone on the bus for the 11 seconds journey, it gives a driver a job at least. Your luggage can be found in the pile of bags near the entry of the conveyor belt as they are all thrown off on arrival into the terminal building. A chance to clamber over the static belt to retrieve your belongings if you are lucky. 
I'm not a fan of airplane loos so a visit to the airport's plush and squeaky clean ones is a must. And if you don't mind your bottom being washed by the constant automatic flush then there isn't a problem. Just to make sure everything has gone down two more flushes can be heard distantly behind you as you walk out. Efficiency.
Magazines and newspapers must only be bought based on eye view and without any peaking to what may be inside to entice you to buy it. You get a right telling off otherwise! 
The new road system outside is still a learning curve as drivers like to either park sideways across the diagonal parking slots or block the bus lanes for the benefit of passengers arriving who then don't have to use the crossing to get to the car park on the other side. (I could write a whole book on the parking skills of Slovak drivers but that's for another time).
Alas no more of those pleasures for me this year, my slippers have never felt so comfy as now.