18.08.2017 - 21.08.2017
Memories of our weekend in Belfort:
- Making Mexican burritos
- Face masks
- Scylia’s weird inflatable hair
- Picnic at the top of a mountain
Our trip home:
Boarded plane in Basel on Sunday night. When removing stairs from plane, they broke the door and therefore we could not fly. We were told that there was no planes that night and they would check us into a hotel. By the time we got to the front of the queue, it was midnight. We had to rebook our own flights, which we weren’t told until all the morning flights were sold out. The airline, won’t mention but rhymes with peasypet, suggested the next flight of 10:30pm the following day. We checked into the hotel and were told only casino food was available (considering nothing was open in airport when we arrived, we eagerly went for some chips). This was approximately 2am. The hotel was in Switzerland, so we were given francs in change from our euros. We managed to book a flight on a different airline for 9am. This flight went via Dusseldorf and into Heathrow (instead of Gatwick). Managed to get home in London around 3pm. Sorry work!
