Cankles (30.07.08)

Woke up at the ungodly hour of 4am. There seems to be way too many early starts on this holiday for my liking.

The taxi that was to take us to Heathrow was 15 minutes late so we were rather pressed for time when we got to the other end. Thank goodness Elissa and Bapi´s phone had call memory as Jon couldn´t find the taxi number. I don´t think they would have fancied saying goodbye to us again.

The plane trip to Madrid was shit. There was no food unless you wanted to part with $20 for a cheese sandwhich that looked a few weeks old - we did not. By the time we got off around 10.30am we were ravenous but running late for the next flight so we did not have time to search for decent quality tucker.

The next flight to Buenos Aires was even worse than our Qantas flight to JBurg. I know that´s hard to believe but Iberia beats Qantas hands down in the worst airline stakes. The flight was 12 hours long and we were fed one main meal right at the start. Nine hours into the flight and there was no sign of any more food or drinks. Everyone ended up squashed in the aisle demanding sandwiches and orange juice from the cabin crew. There was a dog on board with us to boot. It sat on its owner´s lap and barked the whole way. I am not sure how it relieved itself. The air hostess had a screaming match with the lady, presumably about the dog and possibly about its business. I wish I could understand Spanish. The lady next to me stole my pillow shortly into the flight and our legs swelled up to double their normal size. I had cankles.

However, despite all the dramas we are now safe and sound in the land of tango.