An early rise of around 5am, then waiting for the taxi to take us to the airport in a cold, wet Glasgow.
I’d packed my rucksack with all five different polythene bags, each holding different articles and cameras I’d need for the trip, but when we got to the security checkpoint I was told I didn’t need to open my bag, the new machinery could read what was in the bag. Brilliant, but I did have to go through the usual ‘frisking’ to make sure I wasn’t carrying anything dangerous on my person. Luckily, I wasn’t, so it was straight through to one of the extortionate cafe’s to have breakfast. We were really early, but better that than rushing at the last minute to get to the terminal in time.
Basically it was a pleasant, but long five hour flight down to Fuerteventura, then a wait for our cases to be offloaded and finally a taxi to the hotel. We’d paid extra to get a high floor with a sunny balcony, and that was exactly what we got plus a Nespresso coffee maker!
We spent most of the day wandering around the gardens and a quick jaunt onto the the sandy beach. A good start to the week.