Heathrow, like Paris’ Charles de Gaulle Airport, was eerily quiet. I was
alone when I went through security. All of the shops and restaurants
were closed, there was no music or boarding announcements, and none of
the usual din of tens of thousands of passengers making their way to
their gates. Looking at the handful of flights listed on the
announcement board, I realised that I could safely assume that any other
passenger I encountered in the terminal was on my flight.
Flying Long Haul During COVID-19: Air Travel Has Never Been Stranger
I'm used to traveling alone, but I wasn’t expecting the
feeling of isolation as I moved from one dystopian scene to another.
Flying long haul has never been stranger.
Inside the confines of the plane, it was as if passengers and cabin crew
functioned in parallel universes: flight attendants served food and
drink as normal – an act impossible to perform without being at least
within an arm’s reach – to people wearing levels of protection normally
reserved for highly dangerous environments.
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