Carcassonne Day Three : Return Home on Ryanair

I confess I’ve managed to take rather too long to post the final segment in this riveting blog series, my two loyal readers must have given up. Anyway, here it is…..

Not travelling nearly full-time has meant I’ve got a little behind with technology, so I was reliant on McDonald’s for my device charging requirements. I accept the Heineken is sub-optimal, but one day McDonald’s will stock the finest craft beer instead. Every major battle is won one step at a time. Not that I’m equating craft beer to a war, I’d better add that now.

After hours of walking, it was just a few minutes to get from the McDonald’s back to Carcassonne Airport. We cut it fine and only arrived three hours before the flight.

It’s not exactly Singapore Changi Airport with the number of flights leaving the airport.

Lovely weather, although it hadn’t been too bad on our traipse back to the airport as we didn’t want to pay for a bus. Thrifty.

As usual, as I worried about missing the flight home, I made Liam rush to the seating area in case all the seats were taken. It transpired that my rushing about was perhaps unnecessary, but Liam didn’t say anything.

At least we were early. The boarding process with Ryanair is nearly always efficient and stress free, with this journey being no exception. I’m sure that there’s a lot other airlines can learn from the simplicity of the queueing arrangement which minimises faffing around.

It’s all happening now. The seat Gods were favourable, once again, to Liam and I. We didn’t pay for seating but were given aisle and window seats again.

The aircraft was G-RUKN, a Boeing 737, which they’ve been operating since 2010 meaning it’s one of the older planes in their fleet. The flight was nearly full, but boarding was fast and none of the passengers annoyed me, so that was another result.

I never really tire of flying over London, although the photos are a little grainy as the aircraft’s windows weren’t exactly sparkling and I’m also not exactly David Bailey (who I just checked and he’s still alive, he’s doing well).

And safely back into London Stansted. This last post has been something of an anti-climax given I have nothing exceptionally interesting to note, but sometimes it’s best to not have too much adventure.

Many thanks to customer Simon who kindly picked us up from the airport and took us back to the pub, all very much appreciated. And a very lovely weekend, even though it has, as usual, taken me months to finish writing about. We agreed that we must do this again  🙂