Well, it’s
the big day of my trip. I am all packed and ready to go, I am been met at the
airport by Jesus. (My Spanish host not the son of god) I say my goodbyes to my
family at the train station as I head off to Manchester airport. My outward
flight was with Monarch, my favorite airline, I was not disappointed, with the
quality of service and efficiently. Before you know it I was on the plane and
heading off to the sun. I had left the grey skies of the UK behind me.
My bag was
the one of the first off the baggage reclaim and seemed to have no battle scars
and was intact. I headed off to my collection point to find Jesus ( no pun
intended) I had just realized I was going to have to approach men to ask if they were there to collect me,
which was not ideal, however I didn’t need to worry, I spotted a friendly face
waving at me, my chariot had arrived. My holiday had begun. It was too late to
back out now what did I have to lose….
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