After 8 hours, 2 meals, a bottle of red wine and a Bailey’s coffee, no movies and little sleep, we arrived over Ireland. Our 15 minute early Vancouver departure, translated into a 30 minute early arrival (8 AM), which translated into 15 minute late gate connection (8:45). Is this what they mean by “Time marching on.”?
We landed in Terminal 1, looking a bit dowdy compared to the more modern Terminal 2. Our first stop would be the Immigration Centre, where we got a taste of what post-Brexit Brits can expect when travelling to an EU country. The EU group on our plane (less than 33%) flowed easily through gates manned by 5 officers, while our 67% flowed haltingly through gates manned by 2 to 3 officers. At one point, the queue resembled an E ticket ride (sorry, old Disneyland reference) with 2/3s of the queue hidden until you turned the corner. Passports reviewed and stamped, we were off to the luggage carousel.