Kicking off with a “thanks” to Janeice who spent a couple of hours of her day off driving me to Geneva Airport so that I didn’t have to get one of the transfer buses.
As ever the airport was heaving and expensive. I was starving, but after over 30 minutes in the queue at Burger King I had to give up and walk off otherwise I risked being late for my flight. I tried to pick up a drink from a shop, but the minimum spend was CHF5 and the bottle was only CHF2.80. No worries, I thought, I’ll get one on the other side of security.
I rattled through the long passport queue and breezed security and then shuddered to a halt at the convenience kiosk by gate 31. The self same bottle of juice was now CHF4.80. If anyone had any complaints before about the whole “no liquids through security” thing being an excuse to rip passengers off, I point the in the direction of Geneva Airport as proof of this. They should change the airport logo to a skull and crossbones.
Still, the flight was only 10 minutes late in departing and fairly smooth. I slept on and off until the high crosswinds at Edinburgh caused a few clenched butt-cheeks as we descended. Kudos to the pilot, though,who set the plan down as gently as I’ve ever had a landing despite the atmospheric conditions working against him.
My dad picked me up and we zoomed across the Forth Road Bridge as all the high-siders had been barred from crossing due to the winds. As a result we made it to Perth a lot sooner than we’d expected. Enough time to say “hello” to my mum, giggle at the two mad dogs, grab some stuff and head up to Leah’s in Dundee.
Now, I’ve spent the better part of 6 weeks in the French Alps. It’s been snowing, icy and generally sub-zero for most of it. I have not fallen once.
Within a dozen steps of the car as I walked out of the car park in Dundee, I was on my arse. Ouch. Somehow I also managed to pull a muscle in my shoulder when I went down. Don’t ask. As promised in another blog post elsewhere, Leah had hot juice and sympathy when I arrived loaded with slightly less cold than I had the day before. Still, I’m male – I can milk sympathy for all I’m worth.
Ah, back in Britain. High winds, lashing rain, and I’ve got a cold. Great stuff.
Fear not, young sir. The native drink in Dundee is known to make many fall over, though not with shock as in Geneve 😉
I dunno. I’ve been shocked at the price of a lot of stuff since I got back home. Though not quite enough to lose my footing.
I keep thinking I’ve added you to my google reader but I’ve not. But now I have. So I will hopefully remember to pop by and say hi some more now. Hope you had a great christmas!
Nice to have you popping by more regularly, Beth! Folks, do check out Beth’s work on Watching Geordie Life – just click on her name above 🙂
Cheers for that medear. anyone who’s interested can also check out my other blog or what the hell even newcastle daily photo!
Oh,yeah.Newcastle Daily photo is good. Brings back so many little memories for me!