Anywho, the trip did not start well. Arriving at Edinburgh airport we discovered that the plane was going to be 1 1/2 hours late. This did not amuse either of us for several reasons:
- We'd got up at 3:15 am to get to the airport, having not really slept the night before (Ahem, we? - LT) Yes, 'we', you disturbed me (From 2 rooms away? - LT) YES!
- There was only a 2 hour changeover in Paris based on the original flight time, it was now down to 30 mins, and in fact they were telling all of us with connections that we wouldn't make our flight, but, you know, there were other flights later that day, later that week... (and in a couple of cases, no other flights, tough luck, we offloaded your cases! - LT)
- The breakfast options were bad. We managed to get a yoghurt parfait, and a This Water, and then waited. And waited. And waited. Did I mention the waiting?
Eventually we made it onto the plane, and the very nice pilot tried his best to fly as fast as he could to get us there with as little delay as possible, so by the time we landed there was 25 minutes to make it to the flight. Could we do it? Well, we could if we ran as fast as our little legs would carry us (OUR legs? - LT) Details...
First we ran off the plane to the bus. Then we waited FOREVER, while ever member of the crew got off, chatted to their mates doing the next flight and sauntered over to the bus. Then we were driven round half of Paris to get from the runway to the inbound gate. After that we ran up the stairs, saw that our flight was boarding, and there was still a chance we could make it, then we ran down a long corridor, and then we ran through security. Well, we ran through security right up until they found the half of that This Water that we hadn't consumed in Edinburgh in LT's bag... They excruciatingly slowly (and deliberately - LT) extracted the bottle from the bag, made a great point of showing it to us, and then handed over the bag. So we ran and ran and thought the gate would be down a corridor just round the corner, except that's where we found the train.
Train? I hear you cry. Yes, train. We had 2 stops to do on the train and the minutes were going by agonisingly slowly waiting for it to go, then for it to stop at the first gate letter section, and then to get to our gate letter section. And that's when we discovered that it was the furthest away gate from the train that you could get... So we ran and ran and ran and made it to the plane before it took off - phew!
Except our luggage didn't. Make the plane that is. Nor did it make any other flight that day. It finally arrived at 9 pm the next day...
Tune in tomorrow, if herself can be bothered to type, and we'll tell you all about Sewing Summit.
