Nearly away
Anastasia
Phil May and Andrea Twigg
Tue 4 Oct 2011 23:24
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After some increasingly frantic packing over the
weekend, to get the house into a rentable state, we finally got on a
plane for France. But not before the Ryanair checkin girl refused to
accept my 25 kilo bag. The problem was that I had 10 kilos of
watermaker parts and 4 kilos of DVDs which didn't leave me with much free for my
clothes. I was resigned to paying the £100 excess baggage fee, but the
girl practically insisted that we go and "re-pack", as if any amount of
re-packing would reduce the weight. Re packing is apparently a euphemism
for wearing everything. In the end I had to
check in wearing six pairs of shorts, five shirts and a hat, which was
uncomfortably warm.
To make matters worse, when we were unpacking in
France we discovered Bertie had included a "special" bottle of wine in his
baggage allowance. Apparently a New Zealand wine, not just one he could
have picked up at Carrefour. It had better be a good one.
It was touch and go that we caught the plane in the
first place. We were booked into an airport hotel the night before,
because we would not have any beds to sleep on at the house and we wanted a
relaxing time before the flight. Ha. Midnight was the last check-in time,
so when that had passed we resigned ourselves to spending the night on
our one remaining mattress. Bertie slept on the couch. We
finished clearing the house the next morning, with the final box
being filled while the taxi driver was waiting outside. We
were lucky that Pete (Andrea's sister Sue's husband) stopped by in the
morning to pick up some stuff and so was there to help us move the
remaining boxes into storage. Thanks Pete.
Anyway, here we are in Canet en Roussillon.
All we have to do now is finish off the boat fixing, stow
everything away, do the food shopping and hopefully set sail on
Thursday. Looks like the wind will be force 7 in the right direction,
which will be good if it happens.
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