dolphingirl47
In Search of the Tag Fairy
- Joined
- Dec 25, 2007
Prologue
Once upon a time, on a particular cold and rainy day, two people decided that they were in dire need of a holiday and a bit of sunshine. It just so happened that their favourite ship would spend the summer in Europe and that there were some really good deals available on some of the Mediterranean cruises. So they decided to see if there were any cheap flights available to Barcelona and once they realized that there were, they decided to book the cruise. Little did they know that a volcano erruption many miles away would threaten their fairy tale. Not people who give up easily, they decided to get to the ship whatever it takes. They embarked on a Magical Mystery Tour of epic proportions.
Day 1
DH still had to work during the day, so we met up at Manchester Piccadilly station at 17:30 to embark on our great adventure. Things for once went according to plan and our charriot awaited.
We had a clear run into London. To make this even better, as soon as we got on the train, somebody from the airline called. DH had sent them a couple of emails the previous day and I had unsuccessfully tried to call them. She seemed quite relieved when she found out that we had made alternative arrangements and had no intention to be on the plane on Thursday. She was very quick to offer to put notes on the booking to the effect that we would only use the return part of the ticket on 5th May. This was another worry dealt with and we both felt that we could really relax now.
Once we got to the underground platform, our hearts nearly stopped. There was an announcement about a signal failure at Waterloo, but fortunately this was on another line. We only had an hour to get across London. Still, we made it in plenty of time and managed to get a bite to eat before we had to get on our train to Portsmouth. This worked like clockwork as well.
When we arrived in Portsmouth, we turned the wrong way when we left the station. The hotel was supposed to be quite close to the station so we soon realized that something was wrong. DH asked a group of young people for directions. They were not local either, but while he was chatting to them, I suddenly remembered that I have GPS on my mobile phone. It took a little while for the phone to find its current location, but once it had done so, I just had to type in the address of the hotel and we were away. We found the hotel without any further problems.
Our hotel room can best be described as compact, but it was clean and the bed was comfortable and that was all that was needed. It kind of reminded me of a cabin on a ship and it even had a porthole in the bathroom. We were both tired. I set the alarm clock and we went to bed.
Once upon a time, on a particular cold and rainy day, two people decided that they were in dire need of a holiday and a bit of sunshine. It just so happened that their favourite ship would spend the summer in Europe and that there were some really good deals available on some of the Mediterranean cruises. So they decided to see if there were any cheap flights available to Barcelona and once they realized that there were, they decided to book the cruise. Little did they know that a volcano erruption many miles away would threaten their fairy tale. Not people who give up easily, they decided to get to the ship whatever it takes. They embarked on a Magical Mystery Tour of epic proportions.
Day 1
DH still had to work during the day, so we met up at Manchester Piccadilly station at 17:30 to embark on our great adventure. Things for once went according to plan and our charriot awaited.
We had a clear run into London. To make this even better, as soon as we got on the train, somebody from the airline called. DH had sent them a couple of emails the previous day and I had unsuccessfully tried to call them. She seemed quite relieved when she found out that we had made alternative arrangements and had no intention to be on the plane on Thursday. She was very quick to offer to put notes on the booking to the effect that we would only use the return part of the ticket on 5th May. This was another worry dealt with and we both felt that we could really relax now.
Once we got to the underground platform, our hearts nearly stopped. There was an announcement about a signal failure at Waterloo, but fortunately this was on another line. We only had an hour to get across London. Still, we made it in plenty of time and managed to get a bite to eat before we had to get on our train to Portsmouth. This worked like clockwork as well.
When we arrived in Portsmouth, we turned the wrong way when we left the station. The hotel was supposed to be quite close to the station so we soon realized that something was wrong. DH asked a group of young people for directions. They were not local either, but while he was chatting to them, I suddenly remembered that I have GPS on my mobile phone. It took a little while for the phone to find its current location, but once it had done so, I just had to type in the address of the hotel and we were away. We found the hotel without any further problems.
Our hotel room can best be described as compact, but it was clean and the bed was comfortable and that was all that was needed. It kind of reminded me of a cabin on a ship and it even had a porthole in the bathroom. We were both tired. I set the alarm clock and we went to bed.