So sorry folks, for neglecting the blog.
Surely you can understand how busy Froopert and I would be, gathering material for the blog together!
I don't want to jump the gun (is that really the expression?) so I will begin with an anecdote that included myself only, in transit to Trinidad.
I had to take a plane from Bucharest (well, Otopeni, really) to London Heathrow and then a bus from Heathrow to Gatwick and then a taxi from Gatwick to Crawley to my hotel.
After overnight-ing in Crawley, I took a taxi to Gatwick, a plane to Barbados and then another plane to Trinidad.
(Usualy I just sit and wait in the plane in B'dos and then move on to T'dad, but this time, due to the madness that Carnival causes, I had to fetch me suitcase and walk from arrivals to depatures and check in again etc.)
Anyhoooo,
I stayed in an old coaching Inn in Crawley, I love history and was willing to forego the use of an elevator to sleep in a room that was steeped in history and also steeped in the filth that generations of use would ensure... (The room was refurbished and clean, don't worry, anyhow, I've had all my shots :P)
At 1am (after going to bed at 12am which was 2am according to my body clock) I was wak'd by the sound of drunk people hurtling down the wooden creaky corridor. I wasn't too bothered because I always find when I stay in a hotel in the UK that I'm woken by drunk people running through the corridors in the dead of night.
So rolled over and went back to sleep.
After what seemed like a few short minutes of blissful slumber, I was jolted awake and sat up in bed with the most terror-stricken face I could produce.
A bird was singing!!!!!!
OMG!! It's morning and I missed my flight!!
When I gathered my wits about me and looked at the clock it was 2am.
2am ?!?!!!
Now I know of the saying "The early bird catches the worm" but what was this bird out to get, a MACAJUEL??
2am? *sigh*
Of course I couldn't get back to sleep after that.
P.S. That's Pooh and Bee frolicking on the comfy albeit small bed in the hotel room.
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