Málaga-Costa del Sol Airport

Ah, Málaga Airport — my beloved hometown gateway. A sun-drenched portal to Andalusian bliss… or rather, a deeply frustrating paradox: modern on the outside, maddening on the inside. Let’s start with passport control, the crown jewel of inefficiency. Welcome to the chaos: endless queues, overheated tempers, and a tragic ballet of underutilisation. Yes, those automated passport gates — you’ve probably walked past them — are real. They’ve been standing silently in corners for over a decade like forgotten IKEA furniture, never switched on, never removed, just there… gathering dust and existential resentment. A poignant metaphor for wasted potential, really. Fortunately, I can slip through the crew channel like a shadowy VIP — but for the average traveller? It’s purgatory with fluorescent lighting. Tense officers doing the job of ten, facing an avalanche of sweaty tourists while the airport’s actual infrastructure lounges in a coma. And then, the moving walkways — or rather, the non-moving walkways. Ah yes, those graceful steel carpets designed to spare passengers a long trek through endless terminal corridors. Except they’ve been out of service since the Jurassic. Perhaps they’re on a break? A decade-long sabbatical? Or maybe they’re protesting the conditions too — I wouldn’t blame them. It’s astonishing. Málaga Airport has all the bones of a top-tier European hub: sleek architecture, prime geographic position, year-round demand. But it’s run like a pop-up tent at a beach festival — the difference being, a tent might at least offer shade and a smile. What’s truly sad is that this airport could be magnificent. It should be. Instead, we have a gleaming façade disguising a logistical mess, where passenger experience is clearly the lowest priority, and the only ones holding things together are overworked, underappreciated border police who bear the brunt of managerial indifference. I say all this not out of disdain, but out of love — because this airport deserves so much better. As do its passengers. Is anybody reading this? C’mon, guys, wake up!