On yet another business trip. Back to England I've come. Now, don't get me wrong I love this country. Everything is green (on account of all that rain I suspect,) the people are lovely, they sell good shoes and purses here, men still wear cuff links and they make a mean fish and chips...
But I've been here for a week and I'm still stuck at the airport.
There is nothing, and I mean nothing, worse than travelling all this way to spend time putting on a conference at an airport hotel. Sure, sure, the conference went very well. But I was really looking forward to travelling home today.
And I would have been home by now if it weren't for... deportees. Yes, it appears that deportees take precedence in travel arrangements. I got bumped from my flight because UK immigration needed to send 5 (yes 5!) deportees back to Canada asap. So myself and four other travellers got the old "heave ho" and I'm now camped out at another airport hotel drowning my sorrows in the mini bar. (Note to hotel owners: You really should make those mini bar wine bottles just a wee bit bigger...)
On the positive side, I now know where all the Boots and WH Smith's are located in each terminal. I also know that you can take the hotel shuttle to the Manchester Airport Marriott and spend time at their lovely day spa and that the train will get you into city centre in less than 15 minutes. But I'm ready to go home.
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