Sorry Sancho, you exceed the weight limit for carry-on…
Let’s start the new year (yes, yes, late I know!) with something funny, before turning to the generally dismal state of world affairs, shall we?
In one of the more amusingly twisted moments of the world wide, credit fueled, real estate mania, a local bank used cheep credit to fund the construction of an airport in Ciudad Real, La Mancha, Spain. The problem? La Mancha today is pretty much the same as it was when Cirvantes wrote about his eccentric knight errant: windmills and grain fields. The nearest real destination is Madrid, over two and a half hours away, so not surprisingly, NO ONE is using this airport. And I mean no one. They average SIX FLIGHTS PER WEEK. Shall we have a look at the runway on a regular business day? I think so…
no danger of being diverted to Teterboro here.
The delicious irony of a fantastically grandiose and totally insupportable public works project in the middle of the old man’s plains is almost enough to make you forget for a moment that projects of this epic silliness may be about to cost Spain it’s banking system and torpedo the world economy… again.
Laugh it up Miguel.
