Either I jinxed it by bragging about it, but Frankfurt is where karma goes to die. We landed, and taxied and taxied, but Denver is like that. Except when we were done the wheeled up a set of boarding stairs and we deplaned into what looked like a maintenance yard and all boarded busses for the ride to the terminal.
The bus took 20 minutes driving all around the airport to unload us near Gate A1. We knew that our flight would leave from C35 but wait there’s more. As we trooped thru terminal, we were herded into a set machines designed to read your passport, collect a photo and read your fingerprints to establish a firm bio-signature of you. Except it didn’t work very well. Kate’s machine read her passport and took a picture but mine had trouble even reading the passport. They failed so we all got herded over to aa set of mazes feeding into booths with police officers doing regular screening and collecting fingerprints. We spent two and a half hours weaving back and forth like old school Disney lines. And this was still in terminal C. I counted that there were 14 booths with 4 of them occupied. They opened two more after our first hour in line.
Also, this excursion took us outside the containment area, so we all got rescreened and came back in at the end of terminal A. With all that done we followed the signs through terminal B, up and down to a long tunnel to Terminal C. We finally made it to the Lufthansa Longue where we’re waiting for closer to the boarding time.
On to Prague