I'm beginning this later than I should have, being busy just getting organised, and travelling and settling in to our first couple of days here, so apologies dear reader if this seems somewhat rushed and/or disjointed.
I take you back to the beginning (well at least to the day we left) and bring you up to date in the next couple of blogs.
The usual mix of highs and lows as we travelled 30 hours door to door (Carlingford to Glasgow), via Emirates pretending (but failing) to be Qantas. A good ride from Sydney to Melbourne on your actual Qantas was followed by a 13 hour journey to Dubai with Kevin and I sitting apart (Kevin's seat that I'd requested across the aisle from me was bumped back about 7 rows) and me without the capacity to watch the entertainment coz the headset point was broken.
The time in Dubai went quickly as we tucked into some nibbles with a very fussable 2004 Chateau Margaux to wash them down. Back on the plane and we've got seats across the aisle this time - Kevin with a very pleasant Scottish couple travelling home and me with a squirmy little 8-year old and an anal, overprotective Daddy, who insisted that, if I had a problem with his precious child lying on me, kicking me or otherwise being a nuisance, that I take it up with him. Say no more!
And so we made it to Glasgow. Off the plane and into the Budget car rental, where a very pleasant and efficient Donna sorted us out tout de suite for a car and we were off and away down to Carlisle!
I take you back to the beginning (well at least to the day we left) and bring you up to date in the next couple of blogs.
The usual mix of highs and lows as we travelled 30 hours door to door (Carlingford to Glasgow), via Emirates pretending (but failing) to be Qantas. A good ride from Sydney to Melbourne on your actual Qantas was followed by a 13 hour journey to Dubai with Kevin and I sitting apart (Kevin's seat that I'd requested across the aisle from me was bumped back about 7 rows) and me without the capacity to watch the entertainment coz the headset point was broken.
The time in Dubai went quickly as we tucked into some nibbles with a very fussable 2004 Chateau Margaux to wash them down. Back on the plane and we've got seats across the aisle this time - Kevin with a very pleasant Scottish couple travelling home and me with a squirmy little 8-year old and an anal, overprotective Daddy, who insisted that, if I had a problem with his precious child lying on me, kicking me or otherwise being a nuisance, that I take it up with him. Say no more!
And so we made it to Glasgow. Off the plane and into the Budget car rental, where a very pleasant and efficient Donna sorted us out tout de suite for a car and we were off and away down to Carlisle!
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