| This really is a dreadful little airport. I always shudder when I find out I'm flying from or to it. First and foremost, the airport is in the middle of nowhere. Admittedly, they can't help this, but it's not possible to get to by train or tram and I imagine it's difficult by bus. They also have the audacity, knowing this, to charge you £3 to pick up and drop off. The car parking system is unfathomable and there's no one on hand to help you. The car park signs aren't clear so it's almost impossible to work out where you've parked when you arrive back from a trip abroad. Your best bet is to buy a brightly coloured car or purchase some sort of tracking system - otherwise you'll spend 3 days walking around a series of half gravel, half paved car parks with little lighting. The airport itself is small and unpleasant. When I arrived, it seemed to be sponsored by "Mumtaz Curries". The "entrance" (I imagine this is what the entrance to hell looks like) is a sliding patio door which leads to an unstaffed room. There is no organisation. There is usually around 1 member of staff lurking in a corner although this member of staff runs away if you try and ask questions. I spent 30 minutes trying to ask where I should go and was told "just go round that corner and see what happens". The security area is located at the end of a long conservatory type building. The security process itself is long but surprisingly painless and after being filtered through a Burger King, you emerge in the main departure area, which is basically a large sticky bar containing drunken middle aged women eating English breakfasts. The only shops I could see were a dilapidated WH Smiths and a perfume shop. There is also the "Yorkshire Lounge", which is a quasi-first class area containing a slightly fancier bar but sadly the same drunken people. When your flight is called, you walk down various flights of stairs and climb down a selection of ladders, before you walk out onto the runway and literally leave your bag in a big pile. You then have the pleasure of getting onto your plane and watching someone from Leeds throwing your bag into the plane's cargo hold with little regard. The most joy you get from this airport is leaving it. Upon returning, you are shepherded in to the airport through what seems to be a fire escape. You walk down a long carpeted corridor which smells of freshly cleaned vomit. As you shuffle by, you'll notice delightful signs warning you not to abuse the staff or bring in weapons. I'm sure I saw a sign saying "abandon hope all ye who enter here" but I can't be certain as I was crying heavily at the prospect of what awaited, the queue to get in is horrendous. I've never been able to get through security in less than 1 hour. And to make things worse, the entire time you are stared at by what I assume are undercover police officers but could very well just be annoyed locals, curious to see who has entered their realm from places afar. So, in summary: it's small, smelly, expensive and badly organised.