Sometimes (and most especially it seems in Europe), bad weather can bring a country to a standstill. Not long ago, some snow fell in Madrid (pretty rare) and resulted in what appeared to be a national emergency including shutting down the airport for a small period. The following is an email written by one of our guys trapped in Madrid airport. I post this because it is amusing and well written, and because there is a very tenuous link between event causality and weather prediction. And context. This photo from the day will cause several people to question the definition of “Heavy Snow”. So thanks Nigel!

Heavy Snow at Madrid Airport caused Mayhem
As I enter my 28th hour of captivity I am forming some sort of Stockholm Syndrome affinity with my kidnapper, Madrid Airport. Its really not so bad, there is food (small dried toasts onto which you can drop olive oil for a treat) and even showers (where what looks really like a fan switch in fact called the emergency guy).
Yesterday saw the entire airport shutdown for around 10 hours due to 100 or so snow flakes. When it opened I was lucky enough to get transfered onto the late flight (which ironically was the one I was originally booked onto before changing to the earlier one). So our late flight became later and later – every 15 minutes the board showed it slipping by another 15 minutes. Now the know-it-alls like me know Munich has a very strict midnight curfew for landing. German rules dictate that even if you are plunging from 30000 feet due to engine failure, you will need written permission from the mayor before you are allowed to penetrate the runway like a flying dart. In short, we knew there was no chance of the flight leaving so even though the plane was fueled up and waiting, it was all in vain. Quite pleased I did not get on as I had already spent 3 hours on the morning plane at the gate before being hoofed off due to the snow flake.
The night was fun. I made a bed by pushing two small chairs together which formed a comfy oval cave. I now walk like a hunchback and if lucky will straighten up by Monday. I noticed also that small tribes are forming – I was naturally drawn to the alpha males holding BA Gold Cards and minor tribes such as the Silver Card Holders and ´fresh from the swamp¨ occasional flyers are keeping away from us. If they do not bring something to replace the small toasts, we are considering starting to eat some of the Silver card holders.
So the plan today is I am on a wait list for 8.20. In Spanish ´Wait List´ translates to ´not a hope¨ but it will keep you from being a pain in the butt at the service desk for a couple more hours. As this Wait turns inevitably into disapointment, I am also booked onto a 16.20 which is actually confirmed. So only 10 more hours to go before I might get a flight. I am also considering the train which is 28 hours via Paris but it is hard to call – will I get that 16:20 dream flight home or won´t I ? I think I will make the call if I miss the 16:20 and should then make it home sometime on Monday by train.
Otherwise I am having a pleasant time. Small diversions like using the toilet at the other end of the airport can kill nearly 50 minutes and I am looking forward to breakfast at McDonalds at 07:00. Its also fun watching the people, the airport is full of people who were here all night and many all day yesterday – there are the enraged, the cool, the up-all-night Redbull folks, sadly many of have kids which is just awful.
If you are wondering why we did not all go to a nice hotel – the roads were closed or extremely slow due to the snow-flake and we were told we were unlikely to get to a hotel before 2 or even 3am.

Planes Scuttling for Cover at Madrid Airport
The only thing that really worries me apart from forgetting what my kids look like is my socks. Over nearly 48 hours of walking, I swear I could see them gently glowing in the night. They redefine the word ´funk´ and I feel they should be sent to Jim and Mort as a record of our absolute committment to the cause.
Just of for a glass of wine for breakfast - of course there is more booze than water in the lounge.