Well folks, here I am just over a week ago, about to fly out of Leeds-Bradford airport. We had had some very low temperatures the previous couple of weeks, and I was looking forward to some winter sunshine
The first time I flew was in 1978, from Rome to Damascus, and the plane flew over Beirut, where the Lebanese Civil War was raging. Nonetheless, it was a much more comfortable and luxurious experience than the average passenger gets today. The last time I flew with this airline, about a dozen years back, the seating was perfectly acceptable, now, like other budget airlines, they're packing in the passengers, with seats only 2 feet wide!
I had pre-ordered my overpriced breakfast, which came in a small container, microwaved to death, but actually tasting surprisingly OK

After a last cup of Yorkshire tea, it was time for the booze course, and I ordered a couple of small bottles of rum, as we flew over the Bay of Biscay
After landing in Fuerteventura, I headed to my transfer meeting point, where I had to wait for over an hour. At first I was on my own, but 30 minutes in, I was joined by a very large group of Germans, the area I was going to (Jandia), apparently being very popular with the sausage-munching Teutons. Eventually, an old charabang arrived, and my stout fellow travellers all tried to push their way onto the vehicle at once. I eventually collared the Spanish driver, showing him my booking form, in English, and speaking to him in Spanish. He barked something at me in German, so I had to tell him, in German, that I did not speak German, much to the consternation of some of those around me. I gave the driver my suitcase, whereupon he thanked me in French for some reason, to which I summonsed one of my half dozen words of Dutch to thank him back!
By this point, the decrepit vehicle was becoming full, but I managed to find a seat towards the back. I had no sooner sat down, when an elderly German lady asked me if the seat next to me was taken, forcing me to speak more German. Instead of sitting down, she spread her jacket on the seat next to me, sitting down behind. Soon after, a younger German lady boarded, and asked me if she might sit down. Since the owner of the jacket remained silent, I had to explain that it did not belong to me. Frau and fraulein then engaged in an increasingly heated argument about the jacket, into which they tried to embroil me. It turned out that the jacket had been placed on the seat to hold a place for the older woman's husband, who eventually boarded, and the argument ended, though not without some rather stern looks. The husband then spoke to me, and I had to tell him, in German, that I did not speak his language, and was in fact British, to which he merely grunted. We eventually departed on the awful vehicle, and I thought that I could at least take some photos, through the window, of this interesting new land, much of which sits somewhere between moonscape and spaghetti western.
I had stowed my rucksack in the narrow overhead luggage gutter, and unfortunately, 20 minutes into the journey, it dropped like a stone, directly to the floor of the bus, with a loud thud. No Germans were injured, and the nearest seemed somewhat bemused, but I eventually managed to get my fellow passenger to pass me the bag. I had hoped to then stash it more securely atop, but the old man refused to budge, and so I had to sit, crushed underneath it, for the rest of the 90 minute journey. Even when we eventually arrived at my hotel, the old feller didn't want to move, and I had to clamber over him!
A few other folk alighted, all German, as were at least 90% of the guests at the hotel, which is modern, vast, but attractively designed. I found myself at the back of the line again, but was eventually greeted, in German initially, by a pleasant young Spanish man, who gave me my key-card, and welcomed me to the hotel.
As a solo guest, I was already paying for a double room, but had upgraded to one with a balcony and sea view, and various extra features, such as air-conditioning, and a safe. I was pleased with the spotlessly clean room, though it had a ceiling fan, rather than air-con.
In addition to the main buffet restaurant, there were supposed to be two additional restaurants, but in reality, they have been closed for some time. There was a large variety of food in the buffet restaurant though, and after unpacking, I had a couple of beers, explored the hotel a little, and had an early night
