Many of you may have seen my Instagram post about my first adventure with a friend just across the sea to France. We were both incredibly excited as the plan of a holiday had been one we'd both wanted for a long time, although this particular trip was planned and booked just 2 days before!
But if you're still reading here's a full blown account of how the day went. We left at about 9:30am from our hometown, about 2 1/2 hours on the train to London. Plenty of time, right?! Anyway, we set off, coffee in hand, vlog camera in another, awaiting to begin our adventures. The beginning seemed fun, and whilst we were lost, we were still excited. so we waited for the bus we had planned to catch to the airport. Half an hour later, and no bus to be seen, we decided it was time to find another way to the airport, even though the information point (real tourist alert) had confirmed our bus would arrive, and there'd be another every 10 minutes. We decided to look up how to get there on the underground. As we were booking a ticket, and struggling to use the half working ticket machine, a Londoner decided to offer her advice. Then a policeman offered a different route, and the man at the ticket desk, sent us along another route. We eventually navigated the underground to the train we needed to get to London Stansted. But as we got on, hot, bothered and sweaty in the July heat, the train was delayed. but it was just after 1:00pm, the train was only an hour long to the airport, and we'd still make it in time. Wrong. when we eventually arrived at the airport, at this point, slightly frustrated and definitely hungry, we found the desk to out airline. we then got moved to another line, just to be sent to the one we had originally queued up in. At this point the frustration was growing as we lined back up, in a queue that wasn't moving. At that point we had a moment of hope and relief as we got sent to the front of the queue as we explained to a member of staff what had happened. Including the fact that online check-in had crashed, 6 times, making it impossible for us to get our boarding passes without paying another £50 to get them, which we weren't happy about, but were willing to do. This was just after 3:00pm, cutting it fine, we knew, but as it was only an hour long flight, we were hopeful, but this was when the day and holiday was ruined, when almost an hour and a half before the flight, our gate was already closed. We'd lost our flights, our hotel. Wasted our time and our money. Nothing we could do. After a long day of making our way half way across the country, the only option was to return home, as the next flight wasn't until the day we were due to come back anyway. But as much as this was a failed adventure, we still made the most of our time off, in our beautiful hometown, with beautiful weather. It was still funny and looking back now it's something to laugh about. I will definitely be leaving a long time before the flight and make my way there with transport I can rely on in the future. Thanks for reading!
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