Poor weather for flying then?
After making a strong mental note of the “never again” variety a couple of years ago, the airline schedules (mis)aligned and the booking was made: Ryanair FR8245 home from Palma late on Friday night after a week.
BA from/to LHR was not an option due to the pilots industrial action. So to get work here on Mallorca, it was EasyJet out, Ryanair back.
The “never again” sentiment was from a cancelled flight from the Algarve. That was an arrive at the airport, ditch the rental car… inbetween doing that and walking to the terminal… poof, the flight vanished from the departure boards. With no flights available for a week we got a refund and rebooked via Munich which ended up costing a grand. In essence, Ryanair hid behind a technicality and left us stranded.
Of course, lightning never strikes twice right?
Mallorca on a September Friday it does. Seemingly the Mediterranean weather had plans for us. Delayed was the inbound flight by storminess, if only by around 30 minutes. Nary a drop of rain at Palma, but lots of nearby meteorological disturbance causing air traffic strife. We board, we push back, we edge out toward the runway and we wait with not a little frustration. So if sitting on the taxiway ready to go for 2 hours was a blow, imagine how driving back to the terminal in a bus from a remote stand was a kick in the teeth.
Hence an irritating delay becomes a bed-free-semi-sleep in the terminal. I write this from said terminal: 11h45m of “bad weather delay”. The concourse is littered with snoozing travelers on unforgiving benches. At least it’s not cold in here.
My last two Ryanair flights have been a mahousive bite in the arse. Expensive, inconvenient, unaccountable. The scant information we have is that our arrival in Bristol is 10.45 this morning. Luggage? Who knows.
I am fairly clear that this time “never again” might well be for keeps.
Oh look, I’ve written an ode.