Always an adventure – the sequel

After lunch at the tea shop at the corner in Polruan, and a fair well to the village, we got a ride to the airport in Newquay with teacher K and G in there Polo. A car which is small on the outside, but surprisingly spacious inside. We said goodbye to them at the airport and got our first surprise inside the terminal. A looooong queue to the check in desk. Well, that wasn’t a surprise after all, was it? No, but when you were finished with that queue, you had to queue for a machine which provided you with the mandatory 5 pounds ticket for the “Airport development fee”. And after that you had to go to the information desk to pick up your priority boarding ticket, a handwritten thing that took its time to get. But then, yeah, now you really could feel like a VIP. Ushered by an attendant we got to force our way through the crowd to get FIRST through the gate, since we had “priority boarding”, just to find ourselves with our noses against a big glass wall, facing the runways. After standing there, packed like a hurdle of sheep, for at least an eternity, we finally got to board the plane…. But we were first after all, and could pick our seats!

The SAS Radisson hotel at Stansted was great, just a couple of minutes walk from the terminal, and it was a rather surrealistic feeling to have a these big air crafts taxing just outside your enormous sound proof window without any noise at all. Like watching a giant TV screen with the sound muted. But the food in their restaurant was quite a disappointment, but what could you expect? Anyway, we sat all the alarms and wake up calls we could find at 5.45, and went to sleep. And then suddenly, in the middle of the night, it felt like all hell broke lose. The loudest alarm-signal ever tortured our ears, and I reached for the TV remote to try to get it off. I tried everyway I possible could imagine, but the alarm just went on, and on, and on, and on… It turned out to be the fire alarm! And the clock was only 4.45… After we got to talk to the reception, they told us it was no red alert… “go to sleep again…” yeah, easier said than done…

Well, one and a half our before our flights departure we were in the queue for the check in. Ten minutes before they were going to close, we landed our suitcases on the scale. Over weight! We had to pay… but not at this place of course. No, no, no… we had to take our baggage again, and pay the over weight fee at a ticket desk. And the queue to that desk was enormous…. And behind the counter only one little man… So we got a little stressed and nervous… now time was precious - again! Our stomachs went crazy, but in the last second… an attendant from the check in desk noticed us and helped us to get pass the queue… and we could run to the gate! There was still time to get on, but when we arrived one woman in the queue suddenly threw up… and after that K was stricken by anxiety, and me too of course, so the flight home wasn’t one of our most delightful trips. More like: “Let’s never fly again!”

But finally in Nyköping everything felt great again! Our son beloved son H came to pick us up with the car. And my dear mum and dad had “taken a day off” (from their retirement) and went to Nyköping and invited us to a great restaurant where we had fish and white wine and got in a really nice mood again. A laaaaarge thanks for that! You are wonderful!

H drove us home then (he hadn’t had any wine...) and we felt just great! What wonderful three weeks we have had in Cornwall! And what a nice feeling it always is to come home again.

Thanks everyone for popping in to this blog now and then, it’s much easier to practice English if you know that at least someone is going to read it! See you all again on our next trip! (By car…)

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