Day 1 of the Vienna holiday
The window seat, as you can imagine was mine. No matter how often I fly on planes, I don't think I'll ever get bored of staring inanely out of the window. I'm just a bit gutted that you can't film the take-off and landing.
In just over an hour, I was in London, or to be more exact, Heathrow Airport. We arrived at the very posh and clean looking Terminal 5. I was hoping we'd fly from there, but no. It was Terminal 3 we were going from. I knew there would be some sitting around and wandering aimlessly at this point, but nothing quite as dull as I was expecting.
We found somewhere to get something to eat. One of those dodgy fake "pub" things. I had a chicken Tikka, Jonathan had the all-day breakfast. Chris sat there, slowly slipping on a pint of coke, staring inanely into the inky abyss. He really doesn't enjoy flying.
I was able to get an internet signal on my phone for the whole time in the airport, so that killed some time. By the time we left England, the sun was setting and the moon was rising, making for some pretty impressive views over the horizon.
Oh, one thing I must mention about airline travel, or at least BA travel is these:-
They're like korma flavoured mini poppadoms, and they were awesome. I have a feeling I'll never be able to buy them anywhere, as they're plastered all over the front with "Exclusively for British Airways", but I'm going to look for them. In fact the whole reason I took that photo is so I can spend the most of today looking on the internet to see if I can find them.
So, we arrive in Vienna. My first worry came when we arrived slightly late, the plane was due in at 22:00, but by the time we'd collected baggage, etc, it was 22:45. Chris had thought ahead when he was booking the trip, and arranged a car to collect us. Would the driver be there? Thankfully he was. He introduced himself, but unfortunately, I can't remember his name.