I am an infrequent, economy class flyer still in wonder at the impossibly of it all. Last weekend I had a new experience.
We had been told that the flights we were due to take were headed into trouble – a general strike in Italy. My son was on a British Airways (BA) afternoon flight scheduled to leave shortly after mine and the travel agent’s advice to both of us was that all would be well as Italy would be back at work by the evening.
In the end it was as I buckled in that the delay was announced. Suddenly optimism vanished into a mix of flat light, long stranded hours and these few lessons learned:
The car door wrenches open. Wind swirls in flapping us out in a cling of hats and cameras towards the lighthouse at Cabo St Vincente – the south-westerly tip of Europe, of the Sagres Peninsular in Portugal.