Sentences with phrase «located after security»

The store is located after security and opens from 5:00 to 21:00.

There are a large range of shops at Edinburgh Airport, including a good size Duty Free shop located after security in the departure area.

The Escape lounge at Oakland Airport will open on 15 November and is the only lounge in Terminal 1 (located after security between Gates 8 and 8A).

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The lounge is located upstairs from the shopping area after passing through airport security.

When leaving Edinburgh Airport, baby changing facilities are located before entering security on the first floor beside WH Smith book store and at Gate 11 after going through security.

Looking for something different to do before boarding a recent American Airlines flight out of SFO's Terminal 2, I headed to Vino Volo, the wine lounge, restaurant and boutique wine shop, located opposite the American Airlines Admirals Club lounge, just after security.

It has two entrances: the main entrance is located on the first floor above the concourse (in front of the First Class lounge, and next to the spa entrance), but it also has a discrete side entrance that is located immediately after the security check point.

15 stores are located before security control and another 27 after security control, catering for clothes shopping, sports, accessories, toiletries, magazines and entertainment and much more.

At one of the busiest airports in the world, the new lounge will be located on the 4th - floor Departures level in Terminal 4 shortly after the security gate.

There's no shortage of shopping at Edinburgh Airport... here's all the information you'll need to plan your pre-flight spree in outlets located before and after security.

First, I went to JAL's Sakura Lounge, located just to the right after you clear security.

This lounge is located in Terminal 1 after clearing security.

For example, if your rental units are located in a high crime area, you might want additional protection to cover you if a tenant files a claim regarding the apartment's security after a burglary.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.