Air Travel - It’s Rubbish
. . . . and this is why it’s rubbish:
We flew from Stansted to Montpellier yesterday morning - a 1 1/2 hour flight. Because we’re cheap-skates, we’d booked withRyanair (you’ve heard of no-frills flying. Well Ryanair’s more like no underwear at all - really cheap, and leaves you feeling somehow dirty afterwards . . . ) on the 06:00 flight.
Of course, as it’s an international flight, they recommend you check-in TWO HOURS before departure. That’s four in the morning.
To get from the long term parking (the very reasonably priced Pink Elephant Parking - what a name for a company), they recomend you allow 45 minutes. That takes us to 03:15.
It’s just over an hour from my parent’s house to Stansted, so we left at 02:10. And I just can’t fall out of bed and slide behind the wheel of a car at that time of night, so my dad was up and making us cups of tea at 01:40 (THANKS Dad!).
So for a relatively short flight that’s basically north to south, crossing no real time zones, we were all like complete zombies yesterday afternoon.
Oh, and to add insult to injury, the duty free Curries store at Stansted had completely sold out of iPod Shuffles, which I’d promised myself as a treat for having to take a week off the bike.
Surely there’s a better way?