Last day

And so the last morning dawned and a very early start for everyone leaving the hotel. I picked up my 'picnic' ( packed breakfast) which was exception, the 2 heavy smokers who had made me wait nearly an hour at the airport for my transfer to Mijas, came up the hill for the coach at the last minute, smoking their last cigarette for at least 20 minutes ( it gets better!).

We headed off to the airport, but not via the usual route down the mountain, but across! and there were some beautiful villages. we were at the airport in record time and told that the queues were minimal due to the time.

So I hopped off , nipped round with my case, was through security in record time and didn't have my knee flagged up as I usually do ( there is nothing wrong with my knee but it lights everything up at Malaga usually). I grabbed some Larios gin in Duty Free ( priorities) and then went to register at the machines.by this time I knew where I was heading so went straight through to B ( if you know Malaga you know this ).

I settled down for a coffee and read my book, before we knew it, it was time to board, which we did, but we were sitting and sitting.
 The captain came out of the cockpit and spoke to us saying that we wouldn't be leaving just yet as passengers were stuck in very long queues, and unlike other airlines they would try to get everyone home, we would be waiting until the last minute. He also said that the plane was on another run from Newcastle in the afternoon , so needed to be back.

And we sat, just before it was time for us to be officially be taking off, on walked the 'smoking couple' who had been at the airport 3 hours before boarding time.

We lost our take off slot and were told we could be there a good few hours on the tarmac waiting for a slot. If one came up quicker we would go.

As you can imagine the plane was not a happy place.

All my plans of nipping to Waitrose at Ponteland seemed to be rapidly going out the window, ( I know in the grand scale of things!)

eventually after an hour we took off, we had secured an earlier slot.

Getting back to a colder Newcastle than the Malaga I'd left, not as cold as it had been though, and just wanting to pick up the car and get home.

Although being stopped at customs in Newcastle was a new one on me.

A not so happy few hours ending what had been a fabulous holiday.

I was home in just over an hour, a couple of accidents on the A1 slowed us down slightly.

Case unpacked and 4 loads of washing done before bed.

Roll on 4 weeks time when I will be flying off again for Christmas.

Happy Sunday