Yesterday’s packing had disappeared overnight, destined to appear again in Glasgow.
Ours was an early morning rise and a quick breakfast before boarding the bus to take us to Dubrovnik airport for the flight home.
As usual there were delays. After checking in at security and passing through, we waited for the message to start boarding. Finally we were allowed to begin the boarding process, except there were no buses to take us to the waiting plane. Almost an hour later they finally found the buses and took us to the plane. Then we were told that there would be a one hour wait before we’d be assigned a takeoff slot by German flight control. I felt sorry for the poor captain who had to relay the updates to the fed up passengers. Finally we were on our way on a turbulent flight to Glasgow.
Our troubles weren’t over when we landed at Glasgow and were put in the wrong parking bay where the stairs wouldn’t reach the aircraft doors. When they finally found suitable stairs we exited and went through immigration to a luggage conveyer belt that was carrying four plane loads of luggage. Another half hour before the luggage from our flight appeared and we were free to leave what is advertised as an International Airport. Mickey Mouse airport would be closer. The final ignominy was that only two of the three exits from the carpark were working and one of them seemed to be on a go-slow. If it wasn’t so depressing, it would be a comedy.
The highlight of the flight home was flying over Cumbersheugh and that “I can see our hoose from here” moment! It’s amazing how green and pleasant some places look in good afternoon light from 4,000ft.
An ancient Vrabac sailplane in Dubrovnik airport became PoD.
A cup of tea and a seat in your own living room is a great consolation. Tomorrow we’ll start unpacking.