Advantages Getting Wet
Disadvantages Being Dry.
We found ourselves amongst a psyched up mob at the boarding gates of London Luton airport, waiting to board the 6-seater/unlimited-standing bus and watching our fellow travellers exhibiting all the tactical posturing rituals that are now employed when you are in the final moments before the every-man-woman-pensioner-corpse-and-child-for-the mselves scramble across the Tarmac and up the staircase and into the seats of the inevitable Easyjet flight.The usual silent inner-monologue-bickering simmered but never boiled, and everyone took their seats, safe in the knowledge that this is an Easyjet aeroplane, and they're cheap, so the flights are short, and they'd all be going their separate ways in safety pretty soon.
This time though, and I'm not making this up, about half of the passengers audibly groaned when they seemingly discovered, thanks to the anxious-looking cabin crew, that this time, they were having you survive an exposure to Orange for 5 hours.It takes 5 Hours to get to Egypt, because Egypt is in Africa, don't you know?
I actually enjoyed the flight, as my personal pet hate on flights is when the dwarf in the seat ahead of me reclines to the fullest and most unnecessary of degrees.
Sit up straight man! We are not going to the moon! Is something I've never said out loud.
Easyjet resolve this issue ingeniously by welding the seats in one position.
5 hours of Ipod Shuffling and one pre-packed lunch later we landed on the smoothest runway I've ever known. Which was despite the Pilot's best efforts to gouge a dent on the touchdown, or more accurately, just 'The Down'.
3 inches shorter, we were feeling under prepared for what was facing us, even after the wild melee to board the aircraft at Luton.
That was a mere appetiser for what we about to be launched into at Sharm-el-Sheikh cattle market. AKA Arrivals.
Lumbered with nothing but large value crispy new banknotes, I handed over 400 Egyptian pounds, roughly £45, and got a sum of change that could only mean the GBP was worth less than a dollar. There were Russians around, and I didn't want to make them wait any more, and the Visa window man's job description also meant he was allowed to have a gun, so I opted to grumble quietly rather than harrumph out loud and turned to be faced with another crowd of people, waiting to get the Visas we'd just bought, to be stamped.
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