Where is Pink Elephant?

We drive in a holding pattern around the airport perimeter, planes
taking off and landing all around us, until we finally spot the Pink
Elephant car park. We must have taken a wrong turning, since Chris
and Melanie (plus her cold) don’t have any problems finding it. A
quick courtesy bus later, we check in. No, we don’t have any
sharp objects in our hand luggage.

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