Bejasus
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Ok. As previously mentioned, arrive at Stansted in time to see plane fly overhead. Get into Pink Elephant carpark. Doh! Take parking ticket instead of inserting credit card for prebooked parking. Oh well, we'll sort it out when we get back. Hit ticket desk and explain about missed flight.
'No problem Sir. There are seats available on the later flight at 13:05. That'll be an extra £80 please?'.
Bugger£19.99 is now £59.99 each. Could've been worse.
Thinks, will PM CCScott from terminal & let him know as I am sure he will log on when we don't arrive on time. Dammit internet service is down. What next....hmmm. Call Forbsie on his way to work and..... surprise, he's on the train nursing a hangover on his way to work. Never mind, he says he will PM Colin when he gets in and give him an update.
Give internet another go and lo and behold I'm in. PM Colin and I am about to log off when I remember, or rather realise I have forgotten Colin's new flag. PM Haydn and tell him, expecting a load of abuse, but thort I would get in before Colin.
Arrive at Alghero and finally meet up with Colin, for the first time, and head off to Englander in a taxi with Ogri, sorry Colin in hot pusuit on his bike.
Once safely aboard, we meet Colin's brother Warren and his missus Jill who are also moored alongside on SWN-Y-MOR, more of which later. Anyhoo 3 botttles of Cava later, we head into Alghero for a meal and the inevitable aperitif.
Well SWMBO decides that she likes the local vino, (red - thanks Duncan), and 2 bottles are swifty consumed with the excellent meal. We the retire to nearby bar, where at her request another bottle of the same is quickly produced. Colin & I hit the Nastro Azurro and things are progressing quite smoothly. Next thing, I look around and SWMBO is securely ensconced with the management and waiters watching local television, not bad considering she understands not one word of Italian. No sorry, she knows what Ti'amo means and also Va Fancoulo, but nonetheless she seems to be doing alright with this limited knowledge./forums/images/icons/crazy.gif
Meanwhile, Colin has got into good conversation with an Irish couple. From what I can remember, He looked like Mr. Burns and she looked like a brick outhouse, but friendly enough for Colin to become enamoured with her obvious ability to consume endless spirits, which the name of escape me now. Anyhow the weeks events, and the alcohol consumed both before and during the flight, are now taking their toll on me and SWMBO decides that we had better head back to the boat.
Colin is still in deep conversation and we head back ourselves with SWMBO at the helm.
Eventually we arrive back on the pontoon somehow, and I tell her to scoot up the wobbly passarelle ahead of me. 'Are you sure you want me to go first?' she says.
'Absolutely' I reply.
Anyhow, about halfway up the wobbly 35ish degree slope, I lean on the support on the right and suddenly the passerelle tips over. Somehow I manage to grab the thin support stay but over I go, hovering over the water with my legs still caught on the rope which is the passerelle handrail.
Well, I don't know how she manages, but somehow SWMBO manages to haul me back upright, probably saving me from drowning in the process. She also manages to get me below decks & into my bunk. Good girl.
Still no sign of Colin. Must've pulled.
See part 2
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'No problem Sir. There are seats available on the later flight at 13:05. That'll be an extra £80 please?'.
Bugger£19.99 is now £59.99 each. Could've been worse.
Thinks, will PM CCScott from terminal & let him know as I am sure he will log on when we don't arrive on time. Dammit internet service is down. What next....hmmm. Call Forbsie on his way to work and..... surprise, he's on the train nursing a hangover on his way to work. Never mind, he says he will PM Colin when he gets in and give him an update.
Give internet another go and lo and behold I'm in. PM Colin and I am about to log off when I remember, or rather realise I have forgotten Colin's new flag. PM Haydn and tell him, expecting a load of abuse, but thort I would get in before Colin.
Arrive at Alghero and finally meet up with Colin, for the first time, and head off to Englander in a taxi with Ogri, sorry Colin in hot pusuit on his bike.
Once safely aboard, we meet Colin's brother Warren and his missus Jill who are also moored alongside on SWN-Y-MOR, more of which later. Anyhoo 3 botttles of Cava later, we head into Alghero for a meal and the inevitable aperitif.
Well SWMBO decides that she likes the local vino, (red - thanks Duncan), and 2 bottles are swifty consumed with the excellent meal. We the retire to nearby bar, where at her request another bottle of the same is quickly produced. Colin & I hit the Nastro Azurro and things are progressing quite smoothly. Next thing, I look around and SWMBO is securely ensconced with the management and waiters watching local television, not bad considering she understands not one word of Italian. No sorry, she knows what Ti'amo means and also Va Fancoulo, but nonetheless she seems to be doing alright with this limited knowledge./forums/images/icons/crazy.gif
Meanwhile, Colin has got into good conversation with an Irish couple. From what I can remember, He looked like Mr. Burns and she looked like a brick outhouse, but friendly enough for Colin to become enamoured with her obvious ability to consume endless spirits, which the name of escape me now. Anyhow the weeks events, and the alcohol consumed both before and during the flight, are now taking their toll on me and SWMBO decides that we had better head back to the boat.
Colin is still in deep conversation and we head back ourselves with SWMBO at the helm.
Eventually we arrive back on the pontoon somehow, and I tell her to scoot up the wobbly passarelle ahead of me. 'Are you sure you want me to go first?' she says.
'Absolutely' I reply.
Anyhow, about halfway up the wobbly 35ish degree slope, I lean on the support on the right and suddenly the passerelle tips over. Somehow I manage to grab the thin support stay but over I go, hovering over the water with my legs still caught on the rope which is the passerelle handrail.
Well, I don't know how she manages, but somehow SWMBO manages to haul me back upright, probably saving me from drowning in the process. She also manages to get me below decks & into my bunk. Good girl.
Still no sign of Colin. Must've pulled.
See part 2
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