What goes up most definitely has to come down
Our trip started off early in the morning about 5ish when got into a taxi all bleary eyed and half asleep and thought we would be able to wake up gently on the 25 minute ride. Oh no this was not to be the case, we had a taxi driver that must have consumed the whole world’s supply of speed. He started talking non-stop all the way whilst driving like Lewis Hamilton blindfolded. We arrived at the airport earlier than expected but this was a bonus for the ears and sanity. Once at the airport we went through security shoeless and beltless triggering the alarm off for some unknown reason all while trying to keep my jeans up. After security it’s supposed to be a breeze, not with Ryanair as most of you will know. As soon as Ryanair announced they were boarding it was like the start of the ill-fated Grand National that never was, the legendary Ryanair dash. It was everyone for themselves anyone not able had to be left, a seat had to be secured at all costs. Once on the aeroplane Trish and I se...