It was still dark when we arrived at the coach station. Yes, I know I am a Jedi Master, but I am on holiday.
Check in went smoothly, no excess baggage charges to pay.
Apparently it is a tradition that you have to have a pint at the airport, regardless of the time of departure, so full English with a Bulmers all round.
I bumped into some old friends (and enemies) whilst we were waiting to be called to the gate.
Eventually we made it on to the plane.
We caught the train from the airport to resort, I hope the view improves.
We finally arrived at the apartment.
Then it was time to hit the bars.
We had a few drinks
Met some friendly ladies.
Got a bit lost on the way to the toilet.
Played Bingo. Didn't win.
Off to Barcelona
Hard Rock Cafe! Expensive.