Quite a long way from Bodrum, but far closer than the old airport at Dalaman, a four hour bus journey away. Built in the last few years, Milas is basically a big air-conditioned box.
Arrivals downstairs. Come off the plane and walk for miles along the empty marble floored hall, which looks like rippling water. Perhaps the architect's intention.
Big queue to get your visa checked and your passport stamped. If you get to the front of the queue and haven't got a visa already (online from the Turkish government website) then you have wasted half an hour of your time, and have to do the walk of shame to the separate visa counter, then back into the queue. Better hope that another plane hasn't come in behind you.
Departures on the first floor. Big queue to get into the terminal as they x-ray the luggage before you can even nip in for a wee. Big queue to check in. Big queue to go through security.
Big queue for the café. On a Sunday morning there is only one place open. And there is only one guy serving. Working like billy-o, with a couple of sidekicks helping, but still only one man, one till.
Small queue to get your boarding pass checked. Some people get a security check as well.
Then a lady checks your boarding pass against your passport. Then two guys check your boarding pass. Then a big queue to actually board the plane and guess what? Have your boarding pass ready. read more