FrozenDreamer

So, that’s it then… the end of the holiday.
We got up reasonably early and headed down to catch a breakfast in the buffet breakfast place downstairs. I’m glad we only did it the one time as the food wasn’t very good. Bryan went a strange shade of green. I couldn’t figure out if it was the prospect of going home, or the food he’d consumed.

So, after breakfast (if you could call it that), we headed back upstairs because it was still bloody early, and tried to sleep a bit more. I had been awake since 6am, and couldn’t get to sleep… so went out on the balcony and read my book.

Eventually, we packed and managed to get checked out at 12, which left us 2 and a half hours to pass. We headed down to the restaurant on the marina where we had lunch on day 1, and drank LARGE soft-drinks and I had a mozarella & tomato salad (Bryan still feeling the effects of breakfast)
Eventually, the guy from the transfer service came to pick us up at the hotel. Well… what can be said but ‘Oh my god!!!’. He kept on trying to talk to us in the back seat… about various things such as drugs, drinking, speaking other languages (which he clearly couldn’t do) and other bad things… but NOT watching the bloody road. He was swerving all over the place. I’ve never been so scared in all my life! He also told us that Ibiza worked in cash… and then proceded to wave €4500 in our faces. We had to make a detour to drop the cash off at his house. Now… I don’t know about you, but I don’t think all taxi drivers have that kinda money lying about, so I’m fairly certain he was doing a little ’side-lining’ if you know what I mean ;)

We then had a very long journey via Madrid. Madrid airport is one of the fanciest, and nicest airports I have ever been in. Really swich glass features all over the place… but not too good if you’re epileptic… you’d have a seizure as soon as you walked into arrivals! Very flashy!

After the flights came the horrible tube journey from Heathrow to Holoway Road. Before which we had to go through Passport Control at Heathrow… what a pain in the arse that was!

So now we’re back in London… have 24 and a bit hours before we go up to Edinburgh… so we’re just gonna kick back and relax for a bit!

Here’s to Ibiza… I’d definitely go back!!!!

FD & B
xxx