…Kind of wish I'd never made that Alburquerque joke

Thanks to the ever-reliable French air-traffic controllers, our flight home to Manchester has been CANCELLED. The ever-helpful SleasyJet offered us an alternative flight in just over 48 hours time—to London, not Manchester—but pointedly refused to guarantee that it would actually fly.

So Jen and I are currently sipping free drinks in the business class lounge at Venice Marco Polo Airport, awaiting our hastily booked Lufthansa flights home—via Munich.

Jason Bourne never has to put up with this crap.

We are living in the future.

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

One comment

  1. Well, last week, Viv and I were coming home from Turin via Frankfurt, but the winds over Germany were so strong that our flight was cancelled. The alternative flight a couple of hours later was to Munich, and that itself was a couple of hours late. We did manage to pick up the last flight from Munich to Heathrow because it had taken a hammering on its way from Hamburg to Munich and so was a couple of hours late too. We got to London but had to stay over as we couldn't get a train back to Wirral.

    tl;dr version - we unexpectedly travelled via Munich last week.

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