Why write about an airport? I have a reason for writing about this particular one: I gained my first impressions of the US here.
At Indianapolis Airport was the first time I was able to unpack my camera during my customer visit in the USA. I started from Budapest, came through Warsaw and Chicago but most of my journey was a rushed blur. It was very late at night when I could climb out from the small plane that brought me here. I put down my bag on a bench and I started rummaging for my Beirette immediately — however tired I was, I definitely wanted to capture my first impressions.
Although, for obvious reasons US airports are very similar to the European Ones, there are many differences, too. Perhaps it’s because flying (with the many domestic flights) is much more common in the US, but airports here have much more to do with everyday life. There are many (not too overpriced) opportunities to eat, you can do some shopping — the entire place is much more comfortable, much more suitable to spend time. The shoe-cleaner stall above was another example of something you will never see in Europe.
What also gave a special flavor to this place that I had it for myself — since I arrived very late, there were virtually no passengers around, everything was closed and empty. It was a kind of an intimate feeling — if one can feel anything intimate towards an enormous airport terminal.
A few days later I came back here — this time by car (the free shuttle that took me to my hotel was also another piece of novelty). I was literally shocked by the size of the parking lots — because there were several of them, priced according to the frequency of the buses that takes the people of the terminals. And, as my travel companion informed me, this airport was considered to be small in the US.