Pete & Caroline at the Bungalow
I got up at the usual time (6!) so I could check for any messages from David and search the Internet for information on flight arrivals. No new messages.
I find a website for Air
Not to worry, because at 7.20 they always show flight arrivals on TV. It’s 7.20 now. I’ll switch on. They’re showing a cartoon. Maybe it’s just about to end. Yes, it does; and it’s immediately followed by another cartoon. So - no flight information. Handy, that. Every other morning I’ve checked Chanel-1, and it’s always been there, regular as clockwork. But now, THE ONLY DAY I ACTUALLY NEED IT, AND THEY’RE NOT BLOODY SHOWING IT!!
This, coupled with the weird thing with the nearly-two-year-old information on the internet site makes me think there must be some kind of conspiracy!
Might as well get dressed and have breakfast. I know when I’m beat. Anyway, I suppose the car will come for me at 10 anyway whatever the plane is doing, so we’ll just have to go to the airport and see what transpires.
I put the washing in, and soon thereafter the driver arrives. His name is “Bihari”. I had not met him before. As with the previous drivers, he is very pleasant. He suggests we call the airport to find out the estimated arrival time of the flight. It is 12.30, rather than the scheduled
Then on to the airport – as slowly as Bihari can stand!
While we are waiting we chat to a German man who has lived in Flic en Flac for three years, but has been coming to
He dishes the dirt on FeF; in particular, the woman who seems intent on buying up the entire land area for development of holiday apartments and restaurants; the problem of the “stray” dogs, which nobody appears to be actively doing anything about; and the lack of attention to proper recycling of rubbish.
The plane lands as per expected, and we drive back to FeF. Caroline immediately takes to the pool! They are both pretty shattered after their flights, so we sit around for a while. Then, about
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