For a small plane and airport, you walk on the tarmac. When I was growing up, Dad often drove us to see the Fokker Friendship in Sibu.
It became my sweetest story. When I was 20 months old, Dad went to London to study, courtesy of the Government of Sarawak aka the British Empire. My uncle Hung Fei never failed to share this story. He was holding me watch Dad walk into the plane. For as long as he was alive he would recount this, "Where's dad?" " Dad went Wheee" and I moved my hand gesturing the flight of the plane.
Aircargo so important that your luggage arrive at the same time as you. This I leave for another time.
Airport ground control tower. We lived next door to a ground controller. His kids boasted that their dad had the most important job. We retorted, our dad's job was more important. He sits in the plane. to go for important meetings. LOL