Our first indication that we were in for a less than stellar experience came when the agent at the bag drop told us we would not like flying Ryanair. Hmm, slightly ominous! As it turned out, Ryanair was fine. Stansted Airport on the other hand, not so much.
Stansted Airport employed the Las Vegas school of design, forcing you to run a rat’s maze mall, and wait in a shop-surrounded pen until the last possible moment before announcing your gate so you could finally dash to it, barely in time for boarding. Every element is designed to best separate you from all the euros/pounds you saved by booking that cheap flight. Continue reading