Russian Journal - Day Two
From Manchester With Love
Not the best of nights sleep. The plumbing in our hotel is awful and every time someone goes to the toilet or uses the taps a loud boat like horn rises up from the pipes. Not only that but the hotel deliveries seemed to be made directly onto the back if our room. Plus the air con seemed to be snoring for most if the night.
We woke up and decided to go for breakfast, which at least, was plentiful and full. Max is back to his chirpy self and is fleeting around the place talking to himself the whole time. I think he managed one piece if toast and a bit if bacon. He tried the sausages, which were some kind of Cumberland variety and instantly puked them up before us. Some American guests looked on with distain.
Next Ira tried to call the Jet Parks customer service people in order to launch a complaint about our not bring able to find the car park yesterday, despite there bring directions and a rough map on the web site. Even threatening them with a letter to Watchdog didn't will them with fear. I think Ira is on to a losing battle there.
Meanwhile I was on the net trying to book tickets to the doctor Who 50th Anniversary event in London on 23rd November. Well, got to get the priorities right. Tickets secured it was time to go and try the airport again.
As the hotel offer a free transfer service to the airport (probably to make up for the noisy pipe work, we took advantage if it. One at the airport we joined the queue at the EasyJet desk and checked in our bags.
Everything was OK this time. And a couple of hours later we are on the plane heading out of Manchester airport.
Max was predictably fidgety on the plane. But somehow three and a half hours later with arrive in Moscow. Ira's dad greets us and Max is once more reunited with his grandad, Vladimir.
Back at the family flat we eat a much needed meal of chicken and potatoes and hastily get ready for tomorrow's next adventure. On the TV news we see a report about a train that derailed going to the south of Russia yesterday. Not necessarily the same one we would have taken but the crash would have no doubt had an effect on our journey. I hope the plane fares better.
Discussions around tomorrow's journey begin and what time we should get up? Vlad airs on the side of caution and suggests we rise at 5.30am, which even by my standards is the middle of the night, and as the flight isn't until 10.45 I think we have a bit more leeway. Lucy (my sister in law) suggests 7.00 as we need to get to the airport by 9.00. Apparently it's a smaller airport on the other side of Russia. I do hope it's not one if those old rickety planes that Vlad has hired from a friend of a friend. We'll probably get there and find out Vladimir is the pilot.
Max has a strange idea to sleep with his grandad tonight! Lets see how that goes. The flat is full tonight. Great grandad is in one room, Ira's sister Lucy and mum on the sofa, Vladimir in another bedroom and me and Ira in Lucy's room.
Not the best of nights sleep. The plumbing in our hotel is awful and every time someone goes to the toilet or uses the taps a loud boat like horn rises up from the pipes. Not only that but the hotel deliveries seemed to be made directly onto the back if our room. Plus the air con seemed to be snoring for most if the night.
We woke up and decided to go for breakfast, which at least, was plentiful and full. Max is back to his chirpy self and is fleeting around the place talking to himself the whole time. I think he managed one piece if toast and a bit if bacon. He tried the sausages, which were some kind of Cumberland variety and instantly puked them up before us. Some American guests looked on with distain.
Next Ira tried to call the Jet Parks customer service people in order to launch a complaint about our not bring able to find the car park yesterday, despite there bring directions and a rough map on the web site. Even threatening them with a letter to Watchdog didn't will them with fear. I think Ira is on to a losing battle there.
Meanwhile I was on the net trying to book tickets to the doctor Who 50th Anniversary event in London on 23rd November. Well, got to get the priorities right. Tickets secured it was time to go and try the airport again.
As the hotel offer a free transfer service to the airport (probably to make up for the noisy pipe work, we took advantage if it. One at the airport we joined the queue at the EasyJet desk and checked in our bags.
Everything was OK this time. And a couple of hours later we are on the plane heading out of Manchester airport.
Max was predictably fidgety on the plane. But somehow three and a half hours later with arrive in Moscow. Ira's dad greets us and Max is once more reunited with his grandad, Vladimir.
Back at the family flat we eat a much needed meal of chicken and potatoes and hastily get ready for tomorrow's next adventure. On the TV news we see a report about a train that derailed going to the south of Russia yesterday. Not necessarily the same one we would have taken but the crash would have no doubt had an effect on our journey. I hope the plane fares better.
Discussions around tomorrow's journey begin and what time we should get up? Vlad airs on the side of caution and suggests we rise at 5.30am, which even by my standards is the middle of the night, and as the flight isn't until 10.45 I think we have a bit more leeway. Lucy (my sister in law) suggests 7.00 as we need to get to the airport by 9.00. Apparently it's a smaller airport on the other side of Russia. I do hope it's not one if those old rickety planes that Vlad has hired from a friend of a friend. We'll probably get there and find out Vladimir is the pilot.
Max has a strange idea to sleep with his grandad tonight! Lets see how that goes. The flat is full tonight. Great grandad is in one room, Ira's sister Lucy and mum on the sofa, Vladimir in another bedroom and me and Ira in Lucy's room.
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