It takes a little time. Time, interspaced with earth tremors from passings giants. But eventually it is done. You spin around slowly, taking in the panoramic view of the horde of titanic feet around you. Yikes.
Summoning up all of your courage, you make your way to the aisle, and head towards the distant Mountain of Bags.
All is going well, the seated god-like beings on either side of you paying you no heed. The gentle tapping of their feet, while still incredibly loud and scary, is much better than their walking.
Then an invigilator starts walking down the aisle - checking people are seated correctly, presumably - in the opposite direction to you. His enormous, polished black shoes not only crunch upon impact with the floor, they also squeak.
He's moving slowly, so getting around him shouldn't be a problem. But do you really want to risk your life?
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