Wake early on Friday but doze until 9.20am, then spend the morning packing. Jennie drives me to Garforth station in my car for the 2.13pm to Manchester
Arrive on time at 3.42pm and make the very, very long walk to Terminal 3. Check in for the 6.00pm flight toBrussels
Enjoy a pint of John Smith’s, £3.30, in the departure lounge whilst on the web viaOrange dongle, a bit slow but it’s £1 for 10 minutes here. Make a mental note to get a wizzy phone so I can use Facebook on the go. I should write it down really as mental notes are very transient to someone over 60.
I wonder whether the two guys sharing my table are twins. They sit in silence and read the Metro and the Sun. Have just posted the two letters I meant to post before I checked in. I must say it does show foresight, having a post box in departures.
It’s 5.10pm, 50 minutes to go, I’d best find a snack for the flight and a loo.
The flight is uneventful too and while away the time reading the guide and am disappointed to discover that they have both McDonalds and KFC. Arrive in Brussels, a very smooth landing, where it's raining hard, on time.Free wi fi here but no time for as soon as I've made another very long walk, it's time to board the flight to Abu Dhabi.
This flight is 6 1/2 hours long so try and sleep but fail. No problem to my neighbour, who is off to Kathmandu with 4 friends for a motor cycle trek leaving, as he says, the women and children at home. He misses the meal and sleeps from 8.30pm until we arrive at 6.45am, clocks forward 4 hours. When I ask how, he's taken a sleeping pill. Not a bad idea. Watch old episode of Outnumbered and the remake of True Grit, not bad. Still no sleep.
Arrive 10 minutes early, another faultless landing, and am collected by what is described as a limo, a new, white E class Mercedes estate. The roads are needle straight and we speed down the outside lane, the driver, who's from Jordan, swearing liberally in arabic. He's impressed, and so am I, that I know the word for thank you, shukran. I must learn the basics tonight.
At the hotel by 8am, the only problem being that the approach road is blocked. The whole place is still a building site, even on a Saturday.
Sleep now, more blog and skype later.
Arrive on time at 3.42pm and make the very, very long walk to Terminal 3. Check in for the 6.00pm flight to
Enjoy a pint of John Smith’s, £3.30, in the departure lounge whilst on the web via
I wonder whether the two guys sharing my table are twins. They sit in silence and read the Metro and the Sun. Have just posted the two letters I meant to post before I checked in. I must say it does show foresight, having a post box in departures.
It’s 5.10pm, 50 minutes to go, I’d best find a snack for the flight and a loo.
The flight is uneventful too and while away the time reading the guide and am disappointed to discover that they have both McDonalds and KFC. Arrive in Brussels, a very smooth landing, where it's raining hard, on time.Free wi fi here but no time for as soon as I've made another very long walk, it's time to board the flight to Abu Dhabi.
This flight is 6 1/2 hours long so try and sleep but fail. No problem to my neighbour, who is off to Kathmandu with 4 friends for a motor cycle trek leaving, as he says, the women and children at home. He misses the meal and sleeps from 8.30pm until we arrive at 6.45am, clocks forward 4 hours. When I ask how, he's taken a sleeping pill. Not a bad idea. Watch old episode of Outnumbered and the remake of True Grit, not bad. Still no sleep.
Arrive 10 minutes early, another faultless landing, and am collected by what is described as a limo, a new, white E class Mercedes estate. The roads are needle straight and we speed down the outside lane, the driver, who's from Jordan, swearing liberally in arabic. He's impressed, and so am I, that I know the word for thank you, shukran. I must learn the basics tonight.
At the hotel by 8am, the only problem being that the approach road is blocked. The whole place is still a building site, even on a Saturday.
Sleep now, more blog and skype later.
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