Here is my story: -
Was due on the Bergamo flight to Liverpool. Got to Porto Nuova train station at 10 to find out the first train is at 10:50, 2 hour trip. This made it touch and go to get there for the flight. Got to Milan at 13:05, jumped in a taxi but didn't have enough Euros (95 euro) so jumped out. Internet cafe to see what i could grab, got on the Malpenza to Luton flight for 75 euro (BARGAIN!). This was due to go at 21:20.
Waited in Milan for Greenie and co who arrived at 17:00, and immediately got a text saying the Ryanair flight to Liverpool was cancelled. So dodged one bullet of a 90 euro taxi for nowt.
Got to Malpensa with Greenie and co, cancellations everywhere. Think i heard the word fuck in about 7 different languages. Barcelona, cancelled! Berlin, cancelled! Amsterdam? Cancelled! Then London Gatwick got chucked and the arses started to go.
Delay went up on the board which warmed hearts and they let us board. Some guy just crashed passport control by opening some double doors, clueless he was haha! Then after another 45 min wait we were allowed to board. Another 40 minutes whilst the plane was de-iced (arsehole went from a 5p to 50p piece at this point) and off we went.
As the lager cart came around, suddenly they were pulled back and an intense discussion took place at the back of the plane. Daz heard the word 'diversion' mentioned but there was a nervousness at the back, even from Greenie who has done around 100 flights now saying 'I don't like the sound of this'. Sent me west and put me off opening my Becks. We think they wanted to dump the plane down in Paris but obviously the pilot decided to push on.
Then the minibus trip from Luton to practically my door (thanks Tracy!!!) got us back at 4am, around 16 hours after i planned to get back.
Looking back, i was VERY VERY lucky with the series of events on my first City away, one definitely i will not forget! Bet those Luton flights went price crazy about an hour after i booked on mine.
The winged princess that got the Felix crowd home