Once again I have fallen foul to the inevitable post pandemic travel woe. We’ve all been through it in the past few months. You have a confirmed flight that’s due to depart in the next few weeks and you spend those final weeks not seeped in excitement of your impending vacation but filled with dread that the inevitable message will drop. WE ARE SORRY TO ADVISE THAT YOUR FLIGHT HAS BEEN CANCELLED. Follow that one with a lot of colourful language that would make a sailor blush. So yesterday with just over 24hrs to my flight departure BA once again cancelled for the umpteenth time this over the past year. And once again they rebooked me onto the most ridiculous flight possible. One due to land in Munich at just about midnight. Luckily I’ve been to this Rodeo many many times and I immediately logged onto the inter web to book myself onto a more realistic flight. Although as my transfer bus is at 6.30pm I am looking at potentially spending 6hrs in the airport. But I’ll live through that one.
So here I am at 6.30am sitting in the lounge (thank gawd for life’s little luxuries) with a coffee waiting for the flight to hopefully be called. Travel is not the enjoyable experience it used to be. Sometimes I think they’re trying to put us off it 🤣