We found the fairie lady on Liverpool street station in London on 21st May around 1300 and Trio fantastique boarded the train for Stanstead.
The day before I purchased some fruit for the travel: clementines which ended their travel on the very same train due to their taste (yuck!) and the apples, which followed us through the most of the trip, hidden in corners of our bags, Jenny's pockets and on the back seat of the car, where the last one was cooked on the sun of Dalmatia three days later.
The reason for the weird distribution of apples is the strict RyanAir policy of only one piece of luggage per traveler. Luckily, waist bags (such as the huge yellow one you can see on the photo) and jackets (mind the Spela's stylish outfit) do not count. So we boarded the plane dressed in at least 10 kilos more each.I also had a weird looking tail (that is, a bottle of water purchased on the airport attached to the yellow bag which was on my back in case they decide that the 2 kilo waist bag does indeed count as piece of luggage, over which i put 8 kilo jacket to cover it).
Spela and me bought the water on Stanstead while Jenny was watching the bags with eyes wide... umm... closed:
But as all laptops were still in official bags, in RyanAir game, we still represent nothing but amateurs. (compared to Vince, for example.) Consequently, we didn't feel guilty at all. This is us, not feeling guilty- which is also the first group photo and the last photo of the week taken in United Kingdom:
The flight to Trieste took 2 hours, in the course of which I had only a slight anxiety moment during take-off, timely interrupted by Jenny's million dollar question:
"What do you think THIS means?" - THIS is in the bottom left corner of the emergency how-to. Bottom red circle.
remove your ears while the plane is about to explode? riiight.
Three gin and tonic's (also purchased on Stansted) and bumpy landing later, we were in Trieste.
G&Ts:
The day before I purchased some fruit for the travel: clementines which ended their travel on the very same train due to their taste (yuck!) and the apples, which followed us through the most of the trip, hidden in corners of our bags, Jenny's pockets and on the back seat of the car, where the last one was cooked on the sun of Dalmatia three days later.
The reason for the weird distribution of apples is the strict RyanAir policy of only one piece of luggage per traveler. Luckily, waist bags (such as the huge yellow one you can see on the photo) and jackets (mind the Spela's stylish outfit) do not count. So we boarded the plane dressed in at least 10 kilos more each.I also had a weird looking tail (that is, a bottle of water purchased on the airport attached to the yellow bag which was on my back in case they decide that the 2 kilo waist bag does indeed count as piece of luggage, over which i put 8 kilo jacket to cover it).
Spela and me bought the water on Stanstead while Jenny was watching the bags with eyes wide... umm... closed:
But as all laptops were still in official bags, in RyanAir game, we still represent nothing but amateurs. (compared to Vince, for example.) Consequently, we didn't feel guilty at all. This is us, not feeling guilty- which is also the first group photo and the last photo of the week taken in United Kingdom:
The flight to Trieste took 2 hours, in the course of which I had only a slight anxiety moment during take-off, timely interrupted by Jenny's million dollar question:
"What do you think THIS means?" - THIS is in the bottom left corner of the emergency how-to. Bottom red circle.
remove your ears while the plane is about to explode? riiight.
Three gin and tonic's (also purchased on Stansted) and bumpy landing later, we were in Trieste.
G&Ts:
Bumpy landing, sliding through the clouds:
Approaching Trieste:
And voila! we were officially on the Continent!
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