Flight to Paris
Well Damien had convinced me to go get my hair cut at his hairdresser, it was not that long or anything I for some reason thought it needed it (I'm just not used to not having it shaved at the back and sides). Well I again stuck with the layered back and side so still feel it's long (well 1 month on. Anyway, his hairdresser was an interesting Scot, chatted about Paris and said it was nice but he preferred Rome (Had a feeling that he was part Itallian as he talked a bit about Italian scots). He then preceded to speak French to us (which I understood none of) then Italian when he spoke of Rome (Damn I hate these Tri-Linguals, only because I'm jealous).
Well back to Damien and Annmaries and packed our bags then headed off to the train station, the train to Glasgow Preswick was leaving when we got there so we had to wait 1/2hr for the next one. We decided to get a coffee at Costa Coffee while we waited. I mentioned to Damien that I thought their seperation of smoking and non-smoking was pretty ordinary. They were both in the same room/area and there was an invisible line between them that the smoke obvilously didn't seem to respect. The biggest problem was the smokers were at the back and so was the air-con blowing the smoke through the non-smoking area out the door. This seems very common through the UK, an invisible line between sections (with exceptions of course, Nandos in Bayswater London).
The train ride was £5.20 which seemed a lot but was quite a long trip so about right. We went past the Isle of Arran which Mum talks about fondly. We also went through Troon which my Uncle Paul is a member of the Royal Troon Golf Club. It's an exclusive club, one I'm sure I'll never be a part of, many because I can't ta play golf.
Glasgow international airport seemed to me like Adelaide domestic, very small and not much there, actually Adelaide domestic is probably bigger with more but this is RyanAir and we paid 50p for the flight (+£24.50 tax) so what do you expect. This is what Annmarie thought too. The line to put our bags in and get our tickets was quite long and took a while.
The flight took little time to start boarding, since Damien and Annmarie had the kids and we were all booked together we got to the front of the line. Since we were there early we managed to be first in line with a pick of seats. After everyone was on board things seemed to be delayed and we didn't seem to be in any hurry. Well to reassure us the Captain decided to speak, "The lights will go off as we turn off the electrical system, there is a problem so don't get worried it's just us mucking around". Well such a speach inspired confidence to me about their technical expertise, WELCOME TO NO FRILLS FLYING!
Later he told us it was just a fault in the navigation system, which of course was a core system and when it was fixed we'd go. It was not much longer and we were off, confident we'd get there of course.
The flight was quite uneventful, the bus to Paris from the airport was nearly longer than the flight (RyanAir have cheap airports far out of the cities, if you call this one an airport more a strip). Nice enough trip, read The Bourne Identity (thanks Chloe) and took in Paris.
Well back to Damien and Annmaries and packed our bags then headed off to the train station, the train to Glasgow Preswick was leaving when we got there so we had to wait 1/2hr for the next one. We decided to get a coffee at Costa Coffee while we waited. I mentioned to Damien that I thought their seperation of smoking and non-smoking was pretty ordinary. They were both in the same room/area and there was an invisible line between them that the smoke obvilously didn't seem to respect. The biggest problem was the smokers were at the back and so was the air-con blowing the smoke through the non-smoking area out the door. This seems very common through the UK, an invisible line between sections (with exceptions of course, Nandos in Bayswater London).
The train ride was £5.20 which seemed a lot but was quite a long trip so about right. We went past the Isle of Arran which Mum talks about fondly. We also went through Troon which my Uncle Paul is a member of the Royal Troon Golf Club. It's an exclusive club, one I'm sure I'll never be a part of, many because I can't ta play golf.
Glasgow international airport seemed to me like Adelaide domestic, very small and not much there, actually Adelaide domestic is probably bigger with more but this is RyanAir and we paid 50p for the flight (+£24.50 tax) so what do you expect. This is what Annmarie thought too. The line to put our bags in and get our tickets was quite long and took a while.
The flight took little time to start boarding, since Damien and Annmarie had the kids and we were all booked together we got to the front of the line. Since we were there early we managed to be first in line with a pick of seats. After everyone was on board things seemed to be delayed and we didn't seem to be in any hurry. Well to reassure us the Captain decided to speak, "The lights will go off as we turn off the electrical system, there is a problem so don't get worried it's just us mucking around". Well such a speach inspired confidence to me about their technical expertise, WELCOME TO NO FRILLS FLYING!
Later he told us it was just a fault in the navigation system, which of course was a core system and when it was fixed we'd go. It was not much longer and we were off, confident we'd get there of course.
The flight was quite uneventful, the bus to Paris from the airport was nearly longer than the flight (RyanAir have cheap airports far out of the cities, if you call this one an airport more a strip). Nice enough trip, read The Bourne Identity (thanks Chloe) and took in Paris.
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