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October 18 Stansted Airport - lo and beholdDid I, or did I not say that something always goes wrong when I try to travel from Stansted Airport?
My flight from Stansted to Trieste was booked for 5th October.
In the few days preceding the hellish journey I would have had to endure to get to the hellhole that is Stansted, my godmother's father died (God rest his soul). When do you think the funeral was? 5th October, of course.
Which was why Thursday, 5th October proved to be a very interesting day. I mean, how many days in your life start at funeral in south wales and end up with you being dropped at border post by an Italian police car? If you're interested, read on:
Because of Peter's funeral, I decided not to take my flight from STN-TRS on Thursday morning. Instead, I would attend the funeral in Cardiff and find some other way of getting to Slovenia: at this point, I call in the help of the legendary Helen, who works for Easyjet (a proper airline). Helen duly gets me on a flight from Bristol to Venice, leaving at 5pm.
Tuesday
For some obscure reason, I have to fly in the morning. Anyone would have thought this is my job or something. I leave Oxford at 13:00 and only just make it to Lewes to pick up my paraglider before 16:00.
Wednesday
A much hurried dash to get a train bound for Cardiff. I sit opposite a bloke who decides what children's toys make it to the shelves of toyshops- his job is basically to play with toys. I think I might be in the wrong job!
Thursday:
Went to funeral in the morning. Then drinks and eats at Mary's house, followed by a swift (if expensive) taxi ride to Bristol Airport, where I arrive a full 3 hours before the flight leaves (ugh!). On arriving at Venice, I get the bus to Mestre where I begin to stress about trains not running on time and not being able to understandi any of the announcements. I console myself with a snack from a cafe. At this point I have learnt 3 things:
It's now getting on for 10pm. The Slovenian border is at least 2 hours away, and to really make my day I find that the train is going to stop EVERYWHERE. I finally arrive in Gorizia (the border town) at half past midnight. After wandering around for 20 minutes or so with a large rucksack, it was only a matter of time before I got picked up by some officers of the law, who drop my at the Slovenian border. Needless to say, when I come to go through border controls, it takes me quite a while to negotiate my way through! September 28 Stansted Airport (again)I am in a cold sweat about having to travel to Stansted Airport. Every time I go there (and I mean EVERY time) something goes wrong.
The flight for Trieste leaves at 11:15. At most other airports in most other countries, this would mean checking in around about 09:45.
Getting to Stansted And when you're there- A flight leaving Stansted at 11:15 will mean that you should plan to be at the airport at 08:15. This will allow you time to spend some quality time in the check-in queue, where upon completing the queing process you will be told that your bags (being slightly larger than a small briefcase and marginally heavier than a bunch of bananas) are oversize and overweight. Your next task is to then pay £75 to a licenced bandit at a remote "Customer Service" desk before being allowed the priveledge of spending some more quality time in the queue for security searching.
After becoming intimately aquainted with one a Bishop's Stortford native masquerading as a "Security Guard" you will then have approximately 4 minutes and 54 seconds before your flight leaves. In this time, you must share the carriage of a small monorail train with a family of sweaty chavs from Walton-on-the-Naze who are going somewhere that sounds remarkably like "Eye-beef-ar". I'm sure it's very nice there.
And that's why I'm dreading this journey. It's almost worth driving to Slovenia instead. September 25 More survey stuffCaptain's logbook: date- Thursday, 21st September 2006
Today we surveyed the Luton/Stansted area. Let me just take this opportunity to say:
Stansted Airport is in the middle of absolutely f***ing nowhere I pity the fools that:
Which will be me in just over a week... September 12 Gallavanting aroundTo summarise the last few days: Oxford- Gamston- Prestwick- Prestwick- Prestwick- Prestwick- Prest.... oh you get the idea....- Dundee- East Midlands- Norwich- Cranfield- Oxford. PHEW!!!! And here's how we did it! Thursday 7th September 2006 Friday 8th
08:40 Take off, and push off to The Kingdom of Fife for some aerial survey work there. Saturday 9th 07:00 Breakfast again. The healthy option this time- poached eggs on brown toast. Perfectly done, well done Breakfast Chef (I'll miss you!) 16:00 Everton beat Liverpool. Richard heaves a sigh of dismay. Sunday 10th 12:15 A good morning's surveying, but we need to land for fuel which we do in Prestwick(again)
17:25 The "memory card" of the Vexcel Ultracam-D (actually 15 300GB hard disks connected together) is finally full. The plane's also running out of petrol, so we think it best to land at Dundee.
17:35 Make a plan to shoot back to Oxford. By this time we're all on our last pair of boxer shorts and socks. The thought of being home is actually quite appealing now. We check the time of official night, signalling when we must land by, and deduce that we can just make it to Oxford in time. Monday 11th Tuesday 12th September 04 Healthy lifestyleAfter falling off the mountain in Slovenia (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdtET1hn49U) I was in a reasonably poor state, and had to stop going to the gym for a couple of months. Fitness suffered, but recently I've been looking at some half-decent (for me!) times on a 2000 metre row. 7:11.4 the other day! However, what with the move up north and moving out of my gaff in Oxford, I've stopped going to the gym now (my membership has expired), so I need a different initiative to be healthy.... .... I'm giving up drinking (midweek only, mind you)!
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