worst flight EVER

Far be it for me to use a blog to whinge, BUT:

I just flew Iberia.

The flight from Heathrow? It was supposed to leave at 3.25. We boarded at 3.50. What time was take-off? 5.30.

Got to Madrid an hour late to get my connecting flight to Vigo. But that turned out to be OK - the flight after my flight was over an hour late, so I got that instead. There was no-one to ask if this was OK; I tried to ask a lady steward, who told me (in Spanish) 'I'm counting' and proceeded to count something, and when I asked again, told me 'can't you see I'm working?'

It was great when I finally got to Vigo, though - a little after eleven pm. A very nice lady looked after me, and gave me a special package of treats. Here are some pictures of my special treat pack. Can you guess what type of treats they are?

 

They're treats for people whose luggage has been lost.

(And yes, that is a pair of disposable underwear.)