Switzerland Mark 2!

Easy Jet… Lights Camera ACTION!

Looking back on the past couple of days I can say I do feel a slight pratt buuuut it all ended superbly!…

Take One…

With time cutting short on us, Sam and I heard from KTM Basel the superb news that all parts had arrived for our bikes and they were ready for pick up!  WOOHOO!  By the evening Sam and I had booked flights and were packed and raring to go!   A slightly sleepless night later we awoke and with a big thanks to our wonderful chauffeurs (aka me Ma and Pa) Sam and I were escorted to the airport.  Skipping our way to arrivals, full of much energy and excitement, I bounded up to the flight desk to book in our bags and hand over our tickets…

Me: “Helllllloooo there!!  Here are our tickets and bags!  Eeeeeeeeeeee!” *passes over a wodge of papers*
Easy Jet Representative:  “Good Evening!  Thank you”… *fingers through paperwork… pauses… looks up….* “Erm… you do realise these tickets are for tomorrow evening?”
Me: “Ha! No no no, tonight… surely?”
Easy Jet Representative: “No, sorry, they’re for tomorrow, would you like to book in?”
Me: “Noooooooooo?!?! NOooO? NOOOOOOOOOO!  NO way! No no no no!! Seriously?! No?”



What a numpty.   Within a second my perky spritely self flopped to a shameful head hanging wilted form, much resembling that of a neglected and limp students kitchen herb pot plant.  We asked if we could swap the flights and upon being informed it was possible I momentarily straightened up with hope… until I heard it would cost £300.  Ten times the amount we purchased them for in the first place!!  Slightly pasty in shade and with a quivering lower lip I averted my eyes and made my way to the toilets in order to gather myself! We had been so excited and with all the pressure of time I just couldn’t believe I had made such a stupid mistake!  After some loooong Easy-Jet-Toilet-Lung-Incapacitating breaths and a moment taken to restrain myself from releasing wrath and fury on a silly silly woman who felt the need to utilise the only working hand drying facility in the ladies to dry her freshly painted nails… I emerged feeling somewhat foolish.

After a huge hug from Sam, a cuddle from Ma and a laugh from my Pa later, we all agreed it would be best to trundle home for the night where I was perked up with a take out Chinese and many stories of similar mistakes of wrong passports and flight bookings!


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