KRK airport

Kapitana Mieczysława Medweckiego 1,
32-083 Balice/Kraków, Poland
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Międzynarodowy Port Lotniczy im. Jana Pawła II Kraków-Balice to lhr via FRA.
This may be a challenging time, given everything happening in the world—but my first encounter with KRK turned out to be its own test of patience.
Uber dropped us off at the arrivals area—which sits on the same level as departures. The glass structure looks new and modern, and the drive from the Old Town is actually scenic and green. So the airport can be pleasant, at least from the outside.
- vat refund offices
- leaving KRK
Upon arrival, we were met with a complete closure due to a “threat” (or something equally unclear). A massive crowd was held back for over thirty minutes. I don’t know how long it had been going on before I got there, but I personally waited for thirty-one minutes.
The walk to Gate 7 was packed and chaotic. The boarding process was worse: passengers crowded the gate regardless of the boarding sequence, turning the area into an immovable human wall. Trying to get through felt like attempting to part the Red Sea without divine assistance.
Our flight to FRA was delayed from 11:15 to 12:10. Reportedly, the closure had no thing to do with it. Again, I haven’t had a flight delay in ages. And of course I only had a one-hour layover in Frankfurt for my next flight. Perfect timing.
As for Lufthansa — this part may not be KRK’s fault… but still.
Lufthansa’s online check-in refused to work for me, and there were no kiosks. So I had to wait in a long line just to get a paper boarding pass—something so outdated I genuinely cannot remember the last time I needed one.
And, as always, the Lufthansa counter agents zeroed in on my carry-on—the only luggage I travel with. No other airline has ever bothered me about it, but Lufthansa? Every. Single. Time. JFK, Beijing, Frankfurt, Hong Kong… without fail. Their corporate culture really runs deep.
This time in Kraków, after the lockdown was lifted and everyone was already stressed, the line for check-in was long. Still no kiosks. Only three agents working.
My carry-on went on the scale: 1.8 kg over. The agent looked at me and said, flatly, “Overweight.”
I asked, “Should I remove a jacket? Pay? What do you want me to do?”
She shrugged—as if the whole situation bored her.
I bent down to unzip the suitcase, ready to pull something out, when she suddenly said, “That’s fine. You can go.”
What the heck? Was she just enjoying the momentary power trip? A little pre-boarding entertainment?
If this were an isolated incident, I wouldn’t even mention it. But with Lufthansa, it is never isolated. It’s every time.













