This is Margaret. We met our leader Luis after a superb help-yourself magic breakfast, and set off at 9.00 am. Super bus and super driver.
Oh we forgot to mention that when we were going to the hotel the driver came across a road that was blocked - and he wanted to go down that road. Our guide jumped out, removed the sign, the bus continued to our hotel!!
We went to a colonial mansion, to the cathedral, and to a monastery. We were supposed to go to another church, but there was a funeral on. Just as glad we didn´t go in!
Lunch was in a private house - starters, nibbles, drinks, wine, water - and what food. The owner, whose family has lived in the house since the 1700s, showed us around and even ate with us. What an honour!
We are back at the hotel and have a 6 o´clock start tomorrow: night night, see you tomorrow! x x x
Saturday, 21 July 2007
Arrival at hotel
We were met with courtesy and efficiency at the airport and our bags AND ourselves were quickly taken to the hotel. Whaow you want to see it! Gob smackingly posh, just like home - NOT!
Wait for the photos.
We got to our 12th floor room and moments later the bags arrived! our bell boys were Paul and Alesandro.
Showered and fresh we went downstairs to the super bar for two pisco sours. David had shellfish of course. Margaret enjoyed her first pisco sour with a few fags ! civilised country - the pianist was cool!
and off to our huuuuuuuuuuuuuge bed! Good night!
Wait for the photos.
We got to our 12th floor room and moments later the bags arrived! our bell boys were Paul and Alesandro.
Showered and fresh we went downstairs to the super bar for two pisco sours. David had shellfish of course. Margaret enjoyed her first pisco sour with a few fags ! civilised country - the pianist was cool!
and off to our huuuuuuuuuuuuuge bed! Good night!
The adventure has started
chris dropped us at Bath station at 21:30. boarded the London train at 21:56 heading for London. REading was the third stop along the line, our destination. Just after we had been warned about speaking with mobiles, a man with a VERY loud voice told the whole carriage about One foot in the grave and went on to Dad´s Army. the sweetest words we heard were, "this is our stop."
There was a "suited" man who had not paid his fare who had an argument with the conductor. He was heading fore London but the conductor decanted him in Reading.
There was bucketing rain in readin and only two other passengers on the very well driven trip to Heathrow. (met them later in the QUEUE!)
the airport was deserted apart from a helpful, pleasant young scot who directed us upstairs where we had mineral water and a comfy seat and panicked when the departures EVENTUALLY appeared without Lima!
An Australian couple was there at the back of one who were waitning for their noon flight to Tenerife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was the school grooup from hell, abandoned by a teacher at the end of his tether who had told them to stay with their luggage. They did´nt. they DID give eachother rides on luggage trolleys down the ramp.
at three am Margaret discovered a notice for the flight and we escaped from the minilouts.
downstairs there was a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge queue for the 6:20 flight to Mdrdid, whose check in time was 5:00am. our check in time was 4:30m although our flight was 7:30 and they told us to go back upstairs and wait for a check in call. we all refused because we had been there for hours.
the flight was delayed and the weather was disgusting and when we did take off it seemed an eternity before we cleared the clouds. we arrived late in Madrid and neither of us had eaten since Bath. It is now 14:30 plane time and wer are starving. We met one or two of our group but no names yet.
still starving. Scabby heided weans - do not draw nigh!! but Hey ho this is exciting.
meal at 2:45 no choice - only pasta, rest delicious.
we are seated in 46D&E although we were second and third to book in.
There was a "suited" man who had not paid his fare who had an argument with the conductor. He was heading fore London but the conductor decanted him in Reading.
There was bucketing rain in readin and only two other passengers on the very well driven trip to Heathrow. (met them later in the QUEUE!)
the airport was deserted apart from a helpful, pleasant young scot who directed us upstairs where we had mineral water and a comfy seat and panicked when the departures EVENTUALLY appeared without Lima!
An Australian couple was there at the back of one who were waitning for their noon flight to Tenerife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was the school grooup from hell, abandoned by a teacher at the end of his tether who had told them to stay with their luggage. They did´nt. they DID give eachother rides on luggage trolleys down the ramp.
at three am Margaret discovered a notice for the flight and we escaped from the minilouts.
downstairs there was a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge queue for the 6:20 flight to Mdrdid, whose check in time was 5:00am. our check in time was 4:30m although our flight was 7:30 and they told us to go back upstairs and wait for a check in call. we all refused because we had been there for hours.
the flight was delayed and the weather was disgusting and when we did take off it seemed an eternity before we cleared the clouds. we arrived late in Madrid and neither of us had eaten since Bath. It is now 14:30 plane time and wer are starving. We met one or two of our group but no names yet.
still starving. Scabby heided weans - do not draw nigh!! but Hey ho this is exciting.
meal at 2:45 no choice - only pasta, rest delicious.
we are seated in 46D&E although we were second and third to book in.
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