Irish soil at last!! OR Paris in Spring!!

When last we left our intrepid traveller, she had survived CDG airport and was being whisked away by a random bus, hopefully to be delivered to some form of air transport that would get her, and the other brave explorers, to their final destination (well, sort of).

We rejoin our heroine, holding back the gales of laughter at ridiculousness of the situation, as she steps off the airport bus...

Thursday 6 May - still.

Freezing whipping winds greet us as we file off the bus and towards the little jet waiting in a line on the tarmac. I just can't help myself. I have to ask the question to the guys around me... 'this is Paris in Spring isn't it?' Chuckles and agreeing comments come my way big time. Again I am oh so grateful for the boots, stockings, coat and scarf/shawl. Now, about the soft romance of Paris in Spring... I'm not feeling the luuurve!! Oh.. maybe its romantic as they huddle together in their designer gear for warmth and survival. LMAO!!!

Oddly enough its the sound of Irish accents I have to get used to, as for the seemingly last hundred hours or so, I had got used to tuning in to the French language and accents. A quick flight this time... coffee service only... oh yuk!! Preset Nescafe 43 cups ... rip off the top, add water and hand to the passenger.

Another window seat, with a charming young chatty companion (yep, forced to talk again! *sigh*). She tells me about her lots of travels, her fiance of 5 years waiting in Dublin, her mother in the Seychelles wanting her home, his Mauritian family wanting him to marry in Mauritius etc etc. Nice girl, but shaky on some of her story... again, the believability score was as shaky as some of her details, but other than ask general questions, I just couldn't be bothered trying harder.

Waiting to see my first sight of Ireland, it was impossible. Thick cloud cover lay over the land as if waiting for 'the grand reveal'. Just as we came in to land, we broke the cloud cover and my heart (yes - apparently I still have one left) and eyes were filled with the verdant brilliant (oh, OK... emerald) green of the land below!! Full of wonder and excitement I couldn't wait to get off the damn plane and meet Jo at the airport.

Got off the plane (thank you coat and scarf) and headed to the terminal across the tarmac (see, its not just Canberra after all!!) Joined the small queue at customs ... oh no, my flight chat buddy is ahead of me!! and only one booth open!!! and why is she taking so long to go through... uh oh.

Sure enough, it seems as though the Customs officer thinks her story a bit shakey too. She was still there as I left!! At last, I'm allowed to go through... and there is Jo waiting for me!! Woo hoo!!!

Made it... tired but excited and still full of energy. Just the drive from Dublin to Ballycastle now.

Was it worth it? If I can get this working, you can see for yourself!!!





Till next time .....