When the news started to spread across the networks yesterday that a volcano had started to erupt in Iceland, and was pushing a vast quantity of dust into the atmosphere that was halting all flights; most people were stunned in to shock. Seriously? Planes cannot fly through dust? As it turns out the dust can strip the paint of the planes and turn the windows opaque which is pretty impressive! I don't fancy being in a plane that is basically getting sandblasted!
So the day passes, spent mainly in the local kite shop hanging out with a guy that is also due to fly on the same day, debating whether or not this "cloud" will pass over night. (I now also want a longboard!!) The continued checking of the flights showed that all flights were cancelled till 7am today. Ummm, with my flight being at 11am, I wasn't holding out much hope. I checked again before bed and then set my alarm for 4.45am to make sure that I didn't get to Gatwick to find out I wasn't going anywhere!! Sure as hell, Flight 8857 to Hurghada was cancelled, GUTTED. So I switch off my 5.30am alarm and bury myself back into the duvet covers!
Poor Julius, must regret the day he ever answered the phone to me now!! So as expected he gets a call from me informing him that I was in fact sat at my dining room table in cold Swindon, not at the airport awaiting departure to Hurghada! Flight moved forward by a week and accommodation cancelled. It is really hard to work out what to do with yourself when you had planned on being on an awesome kite safari in Safaga! Swindon doesn't quite hold the same appeal!
So I have hired a car to occupy my simple mind over the weekend and hopefully maybe I may even be blessed with some wind so I can head to the coast! Of course I highly doubt it but hey, I may just head to the beach because I can and the sun is shining! In the meantime I have found comfort in a very large mug of tea and a packet of jaffa cakes!
To quote a friend "First the banks and now the planes, bloody vikings".
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