I always find it slightly unnerving when people consider an airport a destination in itself. Waiting to check in for my ‘retimed’ flight at Singapore’s Changi Airport, i am engulfed by hordes of locals shuffling around the shops near check-in, wandering aimlessly and most of them apparently with no intention of meeting people, or checking in themselves (unless they arrived really, really early and travel very, very light.) So what gives?
Well, of course it’s the second day of Chinese New Year and everything in town is shut. This is the only place to buy stuff, get a decent bowl of noodles and escape the extended family for a few hours. These long holidays can be wearing. At least, that’s what I guess is going on; I haven’t asked anyone.
I could be horribly wrong, but I do worry when society makes malls our primary place of recreation and, as a backup, airport concourses. Sure, we want to get away from the heat/cold/rain sometimes, but is this all there is? Wandering around the skeleton-staffed airport shops buying stuff we know we could get cheaper in town tomorrow?