Conor D.
Google
Departure out of ELH is less an airport experience and more a psychological exercise. You are told to arrive 2 hours early, but if you do, you will be informed—firmly—that you should have arrived 3 hours early. Time does not exist here. It merely watches you struggle.
There is one line. This line is the check-in line. This line is the security line. This line is also your destiny. You will move forward, backward, then sideways, and at no point will anyone explain why. If you look confused, that is on you. The system makes perfect sense to the people who invented it and absolutely no one else.
Staff is efficient in the way a drill sergeant is efficient: minimal words, maximum judgment. Boarding passes must be printed, phones are useless, and asking questions feels like admitting weakness.
You will make your flight. Eventually.
You will not understand how.
Godspeed.