This was the last day. There wasn't much being done today except sitting by the pool. But of course I couldn't do that, so I headed off down to see if I could watch some football in a pub. Once it was over it was back to check out and go to the airport.
The flight home was almost as interesting as the one out. This time it was Thompson not Easyjet (it was a lot cheaper getting 2 one way tickets instead of a return from either). Rather than me being one of the oldest on the plane, I was now one of the youngest. This was the OAP express. It was amazing. I think I was also the drunkest after a pint in the airport. But it was a fairly standard, if slightly long, flight home. The only problem came from the time it took to unload everyone off the plane. They all moved so slow. Getting through customs was also a nightmare, there was nobody on. If only planes flew to timetables so they could plan when loads of people were arriving from outside the EU. I almost missed the last train home, which would have annoyed me with work in the morning.
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