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Getting away...
That’s it I’ve had enough of all the continuous economising and the never ending financial struggle. After checking out prices on exotic long haul destinations in the local travel shop, it was soon obvious that my meagre budget was no where near enough. So settling for a more economic compromise, I packed my dreams along with my suitcases and booked a special offer package deal.
LizX is on her way to Gran Canaria!
In Flight...
It was a quick flight, only four hours, and pretty uneventful as flights go. The last time I flew onboard this type of plane there were well dressed stewardesses zipping up and down with metal trolleys. This time all they had to offer was a slice of frozen pizza, a cup of tea and a choice between three different types of pre-packed fruit cake. At least it gave me the chance to catch up on my sleep without them constantly pestering me with all those overpriced duty frees.
Arriving...
Leaving the plane at Las Palmas airport was climatically surprising; the balmy evening temperature soon brought me out in a very unladylike sweat. In fact my jacket was off before I even reached the airport doors. It doesn’t seem worth mentioning the unfortunate two hour wait for my bags to appear on the luggage carousel, as there was a very nice gentleman on duty who seemed quite keen to look after me. I think he must have had something to do with airport public relations, his uniform was a sort of khaki green that showed his pistol off to a treat! He was very chatty and asked an awful lot of questions. In fact there were quite a few of them, all dressed the same, hovering by the exit doors; this one was extra nice though, he even gave me a fag while I was waiting for my suitcases. I had no intention of letting him know that my bags had already been round on the conveyer belt at least four times. He gave me the impression that all he wanted to do was have a rummage in my knickers!
Checking-in
For a package deal there was a notable lack of tour company representatives at the airport, but as I’d originally planned on being independent I didn’t find that very worrying. More to the point the Spanish bus driver that was taking me to resort was very dark and Latin looking and the lack of a rep gave me the chance to have a chat with him. Who said a package deal would be boring? I’ve only been here five minutes and I’m already learning the language; though I still haven’t found jiggy-jiggy in my Spanish-English dictionary. The name and whereabouts of my hotel won’t be revealed until the bus arrives at resort, that’s probably to make sure that I don’t start complaining. Never mind I quite like surprises.
Eventually I’ve been checked in at the hotel reception, but as it’s the middle of the night any major geographical discoveries will have to wait until the morning. I’m too tired to even think of unpacking, though there is a fully stocked mini-bar with well refrigerated contents that may just be going to get my attention. |
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Day 1 :Lets Fly Away! |
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