Due to my super smart idea of only bringing hand luggage and checking in online I did not have to wait in any real queue opon arrival to the airport. Mum and Dad dropped me off, we said our goodbyes and I was on my way. I went stright through to the xray place and not only did I get searched because I beeped but my bag also got put to one side for inspection - excellent start. It was because my liquids were not in a clear bag, I was like fine... what do I do then? The guy who told me this was like just ask over there and they should just give you a clear bag, so I went over but they just told me to change some money up and buy one. The change machine conviently was broken so I had to go to the beaureu de change and had to give them five euros in exchange for £2.30... I get my little plastic bag(s) and then the guy runs my bag through again... All clear, obviously. Then he had the cheek to say he would have given me a bag but he didn't want to get caught on camera... So I paid a fiver basically for a clear plastic bag! Anyway, onward I went with my journey, didn't have to wait long but once my boarding pass had been checked we still had to wait because the doors were not open... about 10 minutes passed and we were let on.
I sat down in toward the middle of the plane - calming classical music playing the background of the frenzy that is a ryan air flight seating battle - and some old "free spirit" woman came sat next to me. She had the look down! Dreadlocks, tattoos, rings, boots and a lovely chesty smokers cough just to finish it off. I really thought she would be the worst of my journey. Everyone else were your standardly dressed Itailans, their cheap, poor fitting denim jeans along with the worst footwear invented. I also noted a few very well dressed people, not in suits but actually dressed generally with impeccable style. I knew NY fashion week was running so maybe it was in Milan, as well? Anyway, still just sitting down jotting notes down in my little book when I look up because I heard something I really didn't think I'd hear on flight to Milan at 6:30 in the morning. It was the sound of a man and woman, clearly from London/Essex asking the steward where everyone else was... I thought to myself, what do you mean? About five minutes passed when the rest of the calvary arrived... Screaming and shouting - it was a combination of men and women, half dressed ok, half like they literally just got thrown out of their campsite. From what a gathered, they were going to Milan for a wedding - the poor Italian family will be in a for shock, I thought. Anyway, we were waiting and so were this big group - it seemed they couldn't get someone or something on a plane. It turns out it was the wedding cake... Finally, everyone was on. We were ready to go, this group were scattered over the plane and were just shouting to each other. People around were clearly loving it but saying nothing. They done no favours for the stereotype of a brit abroad; ignorant, foul mouthed morons. I was trapped in a metal box for an hour and a half with these people, excellent. As the steward had to give his little safety instruction thing he had to ask some of the gypies to be quiet, he was camp and looked a little nervous but they shut up for literally about a minute and a half.
So, we're now in the air... Milano, sto arrivando
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