I have made it to the hotel, after an epic journey, and I am making the most of the hotel WiFi.
I nearly didn't get to the starting post today, as Dad slept in for my lift to the airport. However, he put in a heroic effort, and I just made it through the bag drop queue and the security queue to get to the gate as the flight was called. Then we were delayed by an hour, because of what the captain called "a small problem" - the left hand engine wouldn't start. Rather than fly in circles over Scotland, we switched aircraft, and eventually took off. The pilot was obviously on the same stuff as my dad, because he flew extra fast (didn't know you could do that!) and we were hardly late at all.
The train to Warsaw was crowded and stuffy. Having booked 1st class Intercity, I was looking forward to a DB-like experience, with aircon and WiFi and hardly any passengers. Well, it was a DB-like experience, but one out of the eighties, with those carriages for six, and it was jam packed, with no luxury touches at all. It was fine - I went on plenty of those trains in my time. But I did feel as if I should have big hair and a batwing jumper.
that was abit of white knuckle ride to Prestwick! So are you the group weirdo?
ReplyDeletethat's what I want to know - does the fact that they went out without you mean you ARE the group weirdo?!
ReplyDeletelike the 80s batwing reference.
looks like a good trip.
maybe i should start a cycling blog ... had my inaugural mountain bike ride last night.