Journeys from hell
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We’ve all had or know someone that has the most horrendous flight and travel experience. Well my son finally walked through the door at 4.15am from his school trip to Germany…..listen to this.
Last Monday he was taken to Malaga airport for 4.30am for a morning flight. The flight was cancelled due to an earlier flight being late which meant the pilot needed “rest” time. Lucky him, none of the school group got much rest that day. The flight was supposed to go from Malaga to Madrid to Munich. The flight eventually left at 3pm and went from Malaga to Zurich in Switzerland. From there they had to get a flight to Fussen in Germany. All was well. A whole day wasted, they had landed in a different country from originally planned but at least they had arrived.
Coming back yesterday in Germany an unattended bag meant all flights were delayed for an hour whilst sniffer dogs were sent in and plans to destroy the bag were put in place. That was until a frantic German lady probably high from eating too much cheese, leapt under the police tape screaming ” mein beutel. ” The police dog was snarling and I believe quite a few delayed passengers, but at least her bag wasn’t blown up. Then again I think that would have been a suitable punishment.
We were due to collect my son at around 12.15am from Malaga ( yawn) but this was now put forward. All but two parents received the message, the other two went to the airport and had to stay and get intimate with three airport chairs.
The flight from Germany following the delay, then took off to land at Madrid. In Madrid there was a raging storm. The flight was delayed by four hours. Some storm…More phone calls from my son, by which time I had dropped off to sleep fully clothed and each the time the landline rang I levitated four inches, had a mini stroke and began to hallucinate that there was a man hovering above my bed somewhere close to the ceiling.
Eventually the Madrid flight took off and all the parents went to Malaga airport. Only there were more delays. First a few minutes, then an hour. Silently all the parents began to think that with the storm in Madrid there had most likely been a plane crash and at 3am these types of thoughts can really take a grip. There was no communication from the airport, the plane or any airport staff which didn’t help.
It turned out that upon landing the plane had burst a tyre so whilst it was in Malaga it was stranded on the airport awaiting assistance. They should have asked us parents, we would have pushed. I think our minds alone could have collectively willed the plane with its precious cargo to the right gate.
So now my brood is all back on one place, air Iberia is now a foul word in the house, my son has a slight slur in his speech from exhaustion, my husband has a mild eye twitch but I’m ok. I stayed home after all that and the hallucinations with the man by the ceiling soon stopped.
Shame….
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Jenny on
Sat, 26th Jun 2010 6:12 pm
School trip to Germany – Oh my goodness, what a disaster – does seem a long to go for a jolly.
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