Syndicate
Friday Morning: After some last minute packing, we're off in Dominic's car to Manchester Airport. Timmy is sitting in a seat behind the rest of us quietly, and we nearly forget about him when we're getting out of the car. The queue for check-in is huge, yet it suddenly divides into 4. For some reason, people in our line decided to ramble on to the people behind the desks. After a few failures with the baggage system, the luggage is checked in, and we head on down to security. Here, we're asked to take off our shoes for them to be put through the X-Ray machine, the dastardly terrorists that we are.
After more waiting around, we get on the plane. There's an in-flight movie on - Shrek The Third, coming out on DVD November 2007. Erm... Neglecting to point out that the movie is more illegal than my shoes and should've been forced through the X-Ray machine instead, I watch it, and smirk 4 or 5 times throughout the movie. We land, and are hit by 30 odd degrees as soon as we get off the plane. We get onto to some sort of dodgy airport bus, and arrive at Baggage Collection in Arrivals, which is basically a large hangar with pitiful fans and baggage-tracks. It seems that the Neapolitan baggage system is also screwed, and so it takes much longer than it should for the bags to actually start moving. The baggage-tracks jam twice, and then we're finally on our way to the hotel, in a taxi which the hotel thankfully sent as opposed to the Circum Vesuviani - the only train system with people playing accordions for the entire trip.
We then arrive at the hotel 45 minutes later. Luckily, the rooms are air-conditioned. I've eaten Pizza, Pasta, Melon and some sort of Fruit-Salad Cake during the meal-time here, along with real fruit juice that can only be drank in small doses, else the extreme concentration of it makes you fidget. And despite the temperature being 36 degrees centigrade at the time, my dad insists on playing Tennis, which is abandoned half an hour later due to heat exhaustion.
So, that's it for the first two days. Only 6 more to go...
After more waiting around, we get on the plane. There's an in-flight movie on - Shrek The Third, coming out on DVD November 2007. Erm... Neglecting to point out that the movie is more illegal than my shoes and should've been forced through the X-Ray machine instead, I watch it, and smirk 4 or 5 times throughout the movie. We land, and are hit by 30 odd degrees as soon as we get off the plane. We get onto to some sort of dodgy airport bus, and arrive at Baggage Collection in Arrivals, which is basically a large hangar with pitiful fans and baggage-tracks. It seems that the Neapolitan baggage system is also screwed, and so it takes much longer than it should for the bags to actually start moving. The baggage-tracks jam twice, and then we're finally on our way to the hotel, in a taxi which the hotel thankfully sent as opposed to the Circum Vesuviani - the only train system with people playing accordions for the entire trip.
We then arrive at the hotel 45 minutes later. Luckily, the rooms are air-conditioned. I've eaten Pizza, Pasta, Melon and some sort of Fruit-Salad Cake during the meal-time here, along with real fruit juice that can only be drank in small doses, else the extreme concentration of it makes you fidget. And despite the temperature being 36 degrees centigrade at the time, my dad insists on playing Tennis, which is abandoned half an hour later due to heat exhaustion.
So, that's it for the first two days. Only 6 more to go...
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