As with so
many things in life, be it 100k mountain marathons or book chapters on N-DAC, one’s
luck does at one point run out. After spending twenty minutes that I did not
have in a holding pattern above Frankfurt Airport, I rushed all the way down
the A-gates, up the elevator, through passport control (who knew that Cyprus was
not in the Schengen area?), down to Z21 only to see that my flight had already departed.
Walking
back towards the Lufthansa Service Centre, my phone alerted me that I had
been rebooked to the exact same flight. Tomorrow. Meaning that I would miss
Cyprus Marathon. Since I knew I would receive 300 EUR in EU 261 compensation
from Lufthansa, I immediately started searching for other options of my own.
And there it was. Frankfurt to Larnaca via London Heathrow for 231 EUR, landing
at 9 pm which would still allow me to run the marathon tomorrow. Since I would
only do an airside transfer at Heathrow, I would not even need a Covid test. So,
I picked up my credit card, realizing that I was about to play a very dangerous
game. There were only minutes left to issue the ticket and, if I would miss the
check-in deadline once it was issued, I would maybe then ended up being denied
boarding. Still, worth it. So, while rushing over to BA in Terminal 2, I entered
my credit card details and tried to book. Sadly, my card was declined as the highly unusual transaction had triggered a fraud warning and, while I called American Express to unlock the
card, my booking window had expired.
Thus,
instead of a marathon along the Med, I had no choice but checking in at the
Hyatt Place Frankfurt Airport where I, yes, briefly
entertained the idea of running 42.2 km right there on the hotel treadmill but, after not
sleeping more than a few hours and not having eaten lunch, 10k turned out to be
a bit more sensible. And tomorrow? Well, fun fact, I will now spend two
hours at Larnaca Airport before flying back to Sweden via Vienna with Austrian
Airlines.
Labels: aviation, running