I haven’t posted on here for a really long time now, and there’s no particular reason why not. I guess it’s a combination of being busy at work, and having a variety of social networks to post my inane ramblings on instead.
I’m typing this on my phone whole I sit in seat 21C of Ryanair flight FR8166 from Stanstead to Tenerife (south). I forgot to bring headphones with me and I’m too lazy to get my Kindle out of my case in the overhead storage compartment.
Cheryl and I met up with Len and Christine at St. Pancras yesterday evening and then headed home and met JonP along the way. We had a couple of drinks and then had to go to sleep so we could be up in time for our taxi at 03:45.
We went outside and I rang the taxi company after a couple of minutes. It turned out that the taxi driver was already across the road, sleeping in the back. We got in 5 minutes later than planned after the driver decided to knock over Christine’s case and just leave it on the floor.
Once we were all in the car the driver got out, went to the back of the taxi and started to pray. 10 minutes later he got back in and we finally set off.
His satnav was telling him to go through the Rotherhithe tunnel, but a sign said it was closed. I pointed it out before we got there but he didn’t understand, so went around.the roundabout only to be surprised that the tunnel was closed. I repeated for the third time that he’d have to go over Tower Bridge, and he still didn’t get it. Then Cheryl said it a bit more sternly and the penny dropped.
We had a horrible journey to the airport because either the driver was falling asleep or the car was constantly pulling to the left and he was constantly correcting it.
Once we’d reached the airport Cheryl had to get her visa checked and stamped despite online check-in because she’s from outside the EU. We queued for a while and then I went to ask about going through the fast-track. The guy there told me there was no need to queue for just a visa check, so I went back and told Cheryl. She asked another employee who was.nearby and he took her out of the big queue and over to a much shorter one. It saved us about 20 minutes of waiting, if not more.
We grabbed some breakfast at the Wetherspoons, but had to be quick so we didn’t miss the flight. Gate 58 is a long way from the rest of the airport.
We were quite far back in the queue at the gate, so we’re not really sitting together very much, but oh well. I mostly just want to sleep, but can’t get comfortable enough to make it last.
Well, that’s everything that’s happened up to now. It’s really got me looking.forward to the Singapore flight on a non-budget airline.
Just another 3 hours of this flight to go…