Alright folks, grab a cuppa. Wanted to figure out this Sibiu airport thing ’cause honestly, online info was kinda all over the place? Decided to just go see it for myself last Tuesday. Boom. Done.
The Drive Up & Parking Debacle
Drove my old Dacia up there, nervous about parking. Heard horror stories. Saw signs for “P1” and “P2” – total confusion at first. Took a wrong turn into the rental car area like a genius. Backed out, kinda embarrassing. Found P2, the cheaper one further out. Grabbed a ticket. Not exactly cheap, but manageable for a short trip. Shoved coins into the machine later, worked fine. No card drama thankfully.
Finding the Entrance & Check-in Mess
Walked towards the building. Signs weren’t super clear, just followed the crowd dragging suitcases. Inside? Smaller than I pictured. Got immediately confused – where the heck was the check-in? Wandered past some cafes and shops first. Saw a tiny sign pointing left towards airline desks. Ryanair’s queue was already snaking back past the coffee place. Chaos. Checked the boards – yep, my flight was listed there. Luggage drop was separate? Weird setup. Had to drag my bag further down the hall.
The Security Shuffle
Okay, security. Signs pointed upstairs. Found the escalator. Security area was cramped. The queue lanes just kinda… tangled? Staff shouted sometimes, seemed stressed. Pulled out my laptop, took off belt, jacket, the whole stupid dance. Tray system felt ancient. Went through the scanner beeping like crazy ‘cause forgot my watch. Oops. Security guy just waved a wand thing over me, grunted. Grabbed my stuff quick before the trays piled up. Took maybe 15 minutes. Not awful.
Gate Hunting & The Wait
Airside was… really small. Like, shockingly small. Looked for my gate number on the board. Only a few gates. Walked the whole concourse in about 3 minutes flat. Seats were mostly taken near the windows. Found a spot by a pillar. Wifi popped up, tried connecting. Password was literally “sibiuairportfree”. Laughed. Worked okay. One tiny duty-free shop and a sad-looking snack bar selling overpriced pretzels. Bought water. Waited.
Boarding Time Scramble
Heard the boarding call crackle over the speakers. Everyone jumped up instantly even though it was just “families first”. The gate staff just kinda stood there, no real organization. Queue formed itself, pushing towards the door. Showed boarding pass on my phone, they scanned it. The walk to the plane was… outside! Across the tarmac! Rained a bit. Felt adventurous. Up the metal stairs, squeezed onto the plane. Done.
Honestly? Sibiu airport is small. Really small. Finding things isn’t hard once you realize everything’s basically in one line – park, entrance, check-in, security, gates. Staff? Busy, kinda indifferent. Facilities? Barebones. But you know what? It worked. Got me on the plane. No frills, no fuss. Wouldn’t plan a long layover there, but for in-and-out? Does the job. Just show up early, expect queues, and be ready to walk outside to the plane.
