Gulf Gate

... . People live in this area, so they effectively don't live in a country. The checkpoint to enter Kyrgyzstan consisted of an old farm gate and a few soldiers (sorry,no photos allowed so cant show you). As we drove from the border crossing it was like I was ...

... a little but is still pretty good. There are a few of the creeks washed out and even water flowing in some of them. Stopped at Hells Gate roadhouse and took on some fuel. There were a couple of people in the park but we decided to push on. They only take ...

... to be closed at first sight like everything as it is raining cats and dogs but finally Diego, the owner's nephew opens the gate. I am a bit disappointed about the weather, the spot could be really nice with hammocks all over offering a beautiful view on ...

... go - maybe like a larger Bob Hope Airport. No stinky tofu in evidence, but then we didn't have time to venture outside the gate area to the main concourse. All we found were the omnipresent Duty Free shops, and oddly, each one was staffed with a veritable ...

... ; He said they were selling them at the gates along with programs (which I wanted too!).  I said, "We came in Gate G and I didn't see a vendor."  He said, "Well, that's not really a gate...(say what?)...try gate H." (Interesting.) ...

... demonstrated dismay).  Breathing a sigh of relief as a giant set of security doors opened before us, I looked around for my "gate M" destination for which there were no visible signs.  A young, uniformed employee grabbed my itinerary and pointed us in ...

... stop at Gate 1 early in the morning. We got off in the middle of nowhere, Mexico, flagged down a taxi and headed back to Gate 1 for 20 pesos, bought tickets for 51 pesos each and at 8:30 a.m., found ourselves sprinting down the Avenue of the Dead to make ...

... or minus a few years of 70 we know we may never make this trip again. From Isla Aguada we traveled west along the Gulf, planning on reaching the Ruins at Comalcalco about mid day and then moving on to Villahermosa for camping but fate had other things in ...

... arrived at gate 32 and had to get to gate 9 for our connecting flight. Long, long walk. Wait awhile only to be sent back to gate 35 - another long, long walk. Check in at gate a few minutes before flight to leave. We are told we have to go back to ...

... at gate E2. Eventually I realised perhaps either Mum had already been singled out for an intensive body search, or I was at the wrong gate - so I walked the whole 10 metres to the gate next door just as Mum was trying to figure out how she could get in ...

... and we walked right up to the gate. Very few people were milling around including visitors to the Sanctuary, staff, and others. The gate lady wanted to collect the entrance fee but we wanted to wait until the morning to go in. She found Andreas who could ...

... ) and pull in, BECAUSE of the angle of the gate, which is NOT 90 degrees to the street. You would only have to back about 60', as the gate is near an intersection. Again, this is a quiet area and your maneuvering would be a "sight" and not a ...

... ;m glad they do testing like that, though, because it makes sure we’re safer on the flights. Once I went through security, I found my gate and waited to board. I only had to wait about an hour, so I worked on my laptop a little and tried to nap. I ...

... if the second key I was given would open the gate. Mary Elena, the landlady, was appalled she’d inadvertently given me the gate key and snatched the keys from my hand saying that the key didn’t work after midnight. I was baffled as to why a ...

... stairs. However, we had come that far, so we started trudging up. A half-hour after we began the stairs, we reached the gate of the Moni Profiti Illias monastery. There were a couple of gardeners working on the grounds just outside of the gates, but they ...

... pretended to go to ask for help, but instead just walked away. We sat crestfallen as the plane finally backed away from the gate. Now, the adventure began. Apparently, even if you speak Spanish, they don't make much of an effort to take care of ...

... and by 1:30 p.m. we had checked our bags and were through security. We went to the King of Pizza restaurant by our gate to get something to eat for lunch. They had decent pizza, we also overheard some workers saying that the airport was closing early due ...

... then we are at the gate trying to figure out how to spend our remaining 50 pesos. Then the same check-in woman pops up at the gate and announces our names and asks us to come to the desk. Great.  We go over and she says (in good English) ...

... only to turn to see another escalator exactly the same, we arrived at the top, and just couldn't see any signs for our gate whatsoever, every other number except B34. Turns out if we had turned around we would have seen it right behind us! The check in ...

... find the gate area completely empty and the flight boarded. A quick "holy shit" and we were on our feet and running to the gate bleary eyed, thinking we'd missed the flight. As luck would have it, we got on as the final 2 passengers. Arriving in Mexico ...