So, early morning alarm call. Roughly 6am, to get the 0750 flight from
EDI (Note the technical travel speak). Quick taxi to airport, no queue
at check in, all is well with the world. Then the announcement came.
"Due to technical problems, flight globespan xyz will be delayed for
an hour". No big deal, let's go get breakfast. 12 hours later flight
globespan xyz finally left the ground, 0200 we get to the apartment in
Majorca (Puerto Pollensa), which is nice.
Apparently you can claim something from your insurance company for
this, but I haven't really looked into that yet.
Anyway, awake the next morning and open the curtains for a look, it'll
be nice to see the sunshine after a long Scottish winter. It was
pissing down. No, I mean it, real rain hammering from the bleak, dark
skies and bouncing off the pavement below. "Better pop out for milk
and water and stuff then", I think cheerfully. The town (village?) is
pretty small, and a lovely place. Nice harbour and waterfront and
little squares and thing of that ilk. We're a little out of the
centre, with an apartment facing the beach. Three bedrooms, living
area, dining area, kitchen, couple of bathrooms and a balcony both
back and front. This is great, but a lot of heating when the weather
is poor. So, we grab a car for 3 days, only 60 euros to tour the
island and enjoy the horn beeping drivers that prove their masculinity
by showing how they can be aggressive with a couple of tons underneath
them.
The sun came out on Wednesday. I liked that. We went to the beach, and
I dug a really deep hole for the wee man, who fought a bit, but
eventually I managed to drag him out to see it. Four hours well spent
then.
Obviously I got my back burnt. It hurt. Now it itches. A lot.
So, back to the airport on Friday. Flight was delayed.
Saw a sign on the wall though - apparently the EU say that if you're
delayed for 5 hours you should get a bonus payment and the people from
the flying company need to come to your house and shower you with rose
petals. Or something. I was tired.
måndag, april 18, 2005
No shitting in the toilet
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