Waiting for the bus. The waiting is always the worst.
The bus arrived just after breakfast. Stewart did the checks and we all got on. Then some strangers, the germans who had plagued us since we arrived, decided this was our bus. After some sharp words from Stewart and Jane, they got the message and left to a chorus of expletives that I’m sure they understood!
With the germans disposed of we said goodbye to Calpe for this year and we settled down to the long journey to Alicante and the airport.
Despite the horror stories we’d heard about the queues at check-in we sailed through the new customs checks. Our plane arrived in time and that’s when things went awry. Nobody was telling us anything, but someone passed the message that a passenger on a previous flight was ill and paramedics had arrived to deal with the situation. Finally our flight was boarding after a wait of about two hours.
The flight was fine and we arrived in Glasgow late but happy to be there. We got the airport bus to Buchanan Street bus station, then got the X3 back home.
I’d say it was a lovely day, but I’d be lying.
Things I’ll remember:
- The Germans!
- Two bus drivers both trying to communicate with the germans
- The lack of information at the airport in Alicante
- How everything fitted into place when we got to Glasgow
- Even the cases arrived ahead of the predicted time
Despite everything, would I do it again? In an instant!!
Thank you Scamp for your patience. I know I’m a pest.
Tomorrow, it’s back to Auld Claes and Purrich!