My Time at Tobago’s Airport
Right, so I ended up at A.N.R. Robinson International not too long ago. Was heading back after a week trying to unwind in Tobago. Honestly, I was pretty tired by then, just wanted to get home.
Getting dropped off was easy enough. Not a huge place, you know? Felt pretty small compared to the big hubs I’m used to. Walked in, looked around for the check-in counter for my flight. Found it quick enough, line wasn’t too bad either, which was a relief. The check-in itself was straightforward. Staff were polite, efficient, got my bag tagged and boarding pass handed over without much fuss. No drama there, thankfully.
Then came security. It always feels like a bit of a lottery, doesn’t it? Sometimes it’s quick, sometimes it’s a crawl. This time? It was okay. Took off the belt, shoes, emptied pockets like usual. The folks working there seemed pretty chill, not overly stressed like you see in some massive airports. They did their job, scanned my stuff, waved me through. Simple.
Once I was through security, I found myself in the departure area. It’s… well, it’s functional. Don’t expect massive duty-free malls or tons of fancy restaurants.
- Found a seat easily.
- Grabbed a drink and a snack from one of the little shops. Pricey, like all airports, but what can you do?
- Main thing was waiting for the boarding call.
Sat there people-watching for a bit. Mostly tourists like me, looking tanned or sunburnt, and locals heading out. The vibe was pretty relaxed, actually. No frantic running around. Maybe it’s just the island pace bleeding into the airport. Waited maybe an hour or so. Boarding was called, lined up again. They checked the passes, we walked out onto the tarmac – yeah, one of those where you walk to the plane – and climbed the stairs.
Overall? It did the job. Got me checked in, through security, and onto my plane without major headaches. It wasn’t flashy, wasn’t huge, but maybe that was part of the charm. Just a small island airport doing its thing. Felt more human-scale than those giant, anonymous places you sometimes fly through. Got me home, that’s the main point, right?
