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My first thought was how wonderful the airport in Iceland is (I dare not attempt to spell the name of its capital at this late hour). It's modelled like a modern version of a wooden viking ship - medium-toned scandanavian wood in swooping arcs, intermixed with lots of glass and light. I was only there on a couple-hour layover, but shopping for pickled fish and canned fruits was fun. A real joy to be in.
We rushed to the Jaipur airport to catch a flight to Udaipur, urging our cabdriver to go faster every minute. We were greeted at the check-in line with a big huge scary guy in a turban and the biggest mustache you've ever seen, the kind that curled at each end (right out of Aladdin). He took his sweet time, we were the only ones in the terminal and were convinced we'd miss the flight, though we didn't rush him, for fear he'd turn into the airplane nazi (no flight for you!). Other than that, it was a regional kind of place, so not that shocking.
What's up with them still allowing smoking at the gates in Narita though? (or at least they were in '02).
