Turkey and bacon sandwiches…day 9
Day 9, Saturday
After filling ourselves to the gunnels with a cooked breakfast, yoghurt, coffee and pomegranate juice (we’d had pomegranate in Turkey but it was a tad disappointing), we headed back to the hotel room, got ourselves showered and into clean clothes, repacked the case and phoned G’s Nan, who came to collect us. G’s Mum and Dad had made us honey mules, we had the largest tub of it ever to bring back for Granddad! He was very impressed (the honey in Turkey is amazing) and showered us with hot drinks. After a coffee we were driven to a local Carvery, where he had a very tasty lunch. G’s Nan lent me a coat as the weather was not what we’d been used to all week! Damp and dull instead of warm, or even hot. I’d seen on one of the roadside clocks in Bodrum that it was 28 degrees…toasty! We spent the afternoon with G’s Grandfolks, and ordered a taxi for 6 to take us back to Gatwick. We got lucky here, we’d been allocated rubbish seats, but we managed to change them to the emergency exit row, so we had plenty legroom! A pint in one of the airport bars, bought a couple of magazines in WH Smith, and had a look in Dixons Travel. I got myself a neat wee bag for my DS, and G decided to finally buy himself the 64gb Ipod Classic he’s been after for ages. Without tax it was only £160, so once we had that we headed down to our gate, number 55, which was quite a bit away.
When we got there we discovered a magazine stand, ‘with compliments from British Airways’. Apart from the usual free Shortlist magazine there was about 20 different magazines, all current issues of the Economist, New Statesman, that sort of thing. We ended up with about 10 more magazines, all for nothing! Soon it was time to get on our flight back to Glasgow, and around 50 minutes later we were landing. Our case wasn’t 1st off this time but was out pretty promptly and we made our way to the taxi rank, and were promptly robbed. £17 for a cab home!! We’d booked a private hire to take us there, and it had been £12 at a fairly busy time of day. This guy was a hackney, and he bombed down an almost empty motorway. Next time, book a private cab! We got in and had to put the heating on, 2 of the 3 cats were all over us, the 3rd took about an hour to appear. It’s the longest I’ve ever been away from them, so I think they were a bit pissed off with me! After we’d warmed up a bit we headed off to bed as we were utterly exhausted. We’d had a great time, and want to go back already, but sometimes you just want your own bed, eh? 