Well I am finally on the way to Northern Cyprus, which is the Turkish part. I know very little about Cyprus so it really will be an adventure for me. It will also be interesting to see if any of my writing/poetry can make the transition to becoming lyrics and be put to music. I do hope so and the next week or so here will tell.
But today has been quite a pain in the ass for me. I woke at 4am which isn’t that unusual but couldn’t get back to sleep and so up I got.i was showered, packed and ready to go three hours before my taxi turned up and time passed very slowly until my friend Lawrie arrived. He is my usual airport driver and was surprised that I was going to Stansted rather than my usual Heathrow.
But eventually I was on my way and I arrived safely and way too early.And so it began. I went to check in after an hour of hanging about. A huge queue welcomed me at the check in desk, I groaned inwardly especially when they started playing musical chairs with the desks. One minute I was queued at the Cobalt airlines desk until all of a sudden it became the Air Moldova desk. Wonderful how they do that.
Now for years I have been going to the USA and even the Seychelles by scheduled carriers all inclusive and my first surprise when I finally got to the front of the queue was that I had to pay extra for my suitcase… bloody 40 quid too, and I could not even pay for it there. I had to wander around like a lost lamb until I found the place where I could pay the extra. Then back to the queue…arghhhh!
Next was the security check and boy did I need a beer by now. More huge queues and by the time I got through problem free luckily, time was just starting to get a bit tight. Stansted has a surprisingly big shopping mall and it snakes on and on and on until you find a watering hole. As usual there was a queue. And the WiFi didn’t work… and I could barely get a signal on my phone which was proving problematic for talking to my lovely friend. Double arghhhh!
My lovely friend by the way is a lady I have met up with three times now and we seem to go from strength to strength every time. I do like her so very much and in fact I feel quite sad that I am leaving her for a couple of weeks to be here. I so wish she could have come with me, but hey ho. We have other wonderful things planned in the near future. I look forward to them but anyway, due to Stansted’s abysmal communications I found it difficult to even send WhatsApp messages. As I said. Double arghhhh!
And so with time starting to get tight I swallow a quick G&T and head off to my gate which turns out to be about 90 miles away entailing a train journey. Man I just manage to squeeze, sardine like into the small coffin like compartment when a message comes over that the bloody thing has broken down. And people continue to pile in. I can hardly breathe. I can’t even turn round and I swear someone is squeezing my bum.Triple arghhhhhhh!.
But after about ten minutes the problem gets sorted and we are off. I get dropped off at my stop and make my way to my gate… brilliant. Fifteen minutes to spare. And bugger it, I watch disconsolately as I see my plane only just arriving. I find out it will be about an hour late leaving. I feel like committing Hari Kiri by now but I try hard and put on my patient face and eventually I am on my way.
And that is how you find me as I write this. Somewhere over Eastern Europe having just entered some damned turbulence. Hopefully we are only about an hour out now. Time to buckle up and knock back my wine as I ride the bucking bronco.
Stan M Rogers