Friday, 19 August 2011

Day Twenty Six - Arrivaderci Roma

I woke up at 7 (early bird catches the worm!) and got myself packed for the journey home. I checked out of the hostel, and made my way to the bus stop outside the train station. Just as I was walking up, the bus pulled away early. Brilliant start. I asked the bloke in the hi-vis vest when the next bus would be, apparently only 5 minutes. 40 minutes later the next bus rolled up. Lying twat.

I got my bags checked in and headed for the departure lounge, thankfully the passport control boy didn't laugh at my photo in which I look like an al-qaeda terrorist. I bought my dad some duty free fags, and headed for the queue which had formed at the gate, even though we weren't boarding yet.

I got on the plane, and big-manned my way to an extra leg room seat. Get in! A family came along and sat next to me, and I think they strategically placed their teenage lad next to me. He was infuriating. He didn't sit still for the entire flight, and I got no sleep because of it. I hate flying Ryanair. I tried blocking him out with Glee, but it only worked to a certain extent.

3 hours later, and I was back in chilly Scotland! The hoody I bought in Prague came in handy. 4 flights landed at the same time, so getting through passport control took forever, and then I was free to pick up my bags and go and meet mother for the drive home. Mince and tatties for tea tonight!

All in all I have had a great time travelling for a month, and writing this blog has helped cement the many memories I have. Thanks to all my avid readers, see you all soon no doubt. Take care of yourself, and each other!

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