The Journey Home - Day 2

So our flight to Madrid overnight was fairly uneventful, though expectations that the pilot would make up the lost time proved to be optimistic. We arrived 30 minutes late with a connection time of just 50 minutes, us and about 35 other people also trying to connect to Manchester.

On leaving the flight we found we were in a different terminal, which necessitated a passport check, a train, a security check, another passport check and lots of running. We were now at the time the flight was due to leave, but with so many connecting passengers we hoped they would hold the flight. But no, there it is taxi-ing away when we get to the gate.

So we join the queue to find yet another route home. They can't get us back to Manchester today! Are you kidding, it's 9 AM in the morning and we're only 2 hours fly time away. So tomorrow morning they can get us back, via Heathrow!

We were chatting to some other families who were in the same boat, one a Wolves fan and an Evertonian so it's a good job we had drawn 2-2 in our first game back in the Premier League earlier that day.

We were sent to a lovely hotel with a pool. It was warm and sunny so we made the most of our little holiday extension with some swimming and beer.