Feckoff.net

I’m back. Finally.

I left Zurich this morning at 11.00 CET (Lovely airport by the way, this is what Dublin Airport should aspire to be like) and had a pleasant enough flight to Heathrow. Heathrow was crap as usual. I checked my single piece of hold baggage in all the way through at Zurich, to avoid having to fight my way through checkin at Heathrow.

Upon arriving at Heathrow terminal 4 I spent about an hour getting to terminal 1 (most of which was spent waiting for the bus and queueing for security checks). Once I finally arrived at the cattle shed-like dump that BAA uses for all Irish flights in/out of Heathrow, I finally saw a nice message on the departures screens: Flight EI165 to Dublin: Cancelled.

Apparently something fucked up bad (technical term) in Dublin Airport today. Aer Lingus moved me to an earlier flight, which funnily enough eventually left Heathrow later than the cancelled flight would have left. This of course resulted in my bag going to airline limbo.

Like a muppet, I left my car keys in said bag. I spent about 5 hours waiting around Dublin Airport, during which three more Aer Lingus flights from Heathrow arrived, but still no sign of my bag. Eventually I got my ould fella on the phone and he agreed to drive up with my spare keys for the car. Shortly after leaving the airport after getting the keys, I get a message from Aer Lingus - they’ve “located” my “delayed” bag and will deliver it to me tomorrow. Gaaah.

end rant.

Oh yeah, by the way: Zurich is nice but expensive. Full of banks, jewellers, department stores, trams and… sex shops. Indeed.