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Last day the jouney home.
Had a good evening last night and finished up in a bar with a group of players that were going to perform in the Square in front of the cathedral. Turns out one of them has a brother living in Basingstoke. Small World!
Anyway we got to the airport good and early by taxi from the hotel. My phone rang just as I was checking in my bike, it was the hotel and apparently my credit card didn't work, after another 4 calls we finally found a card that worked.
We than went through security to the cafe air side. After a while our flight was called but before we could get to the gate we have to go through Spanish Passport Control, which went well until shortly afterward James realised that he no longer had his boarding card!!! Panic No.2 was now underway!! Frantic bag and pocket searches revealed nothing, so he went back to Spanish Passport Control to try and get back to the cafe the other side but now there were queues of people everywhere so he hopped through a hole in the security fence!!!. Back at the cafe a woman working there had seen it left on our table and fished it out of a bin and gave it back to him. He then came back through the same hole in the security fence totally oblivious to the Spanish Passport Control!!
Now everything above I wrote on the plane coming home, not aware of panic No 3 that was to come. Coming out of the airport I was carrying my bike (couldn't find any trolleys) but with my phone and wallet in my hand I was struggling a bit, so I gave it to James. We had to get a bus to where his car was parked but after a couple of wrong turns we ended up at the bus station and on a No 5 bus for the car park. "Can I have my phone James" I asked, he says, "what phone"?!!! Now what happened to the phone neither of us has a clue!! Did he give it back to me? All I know is that I'm having Panic No. 3!! I grabbed his phone and rang my phone, ..nothing!! So I ran back to the terminal in some vain hope that I would see it somewhere on the ground, but again nothing!! I rang it again but this time I could hear something amongst hundreds of people, but as I moved it got fainter, I must have looked demented running this way and that trying to hear the phone. Surely I must have looked suspicious, its a wonder I wasn't arrested!! Anyway at last I really could hear it very loud, I found it in the hand of a lovely security lady. She was in a queue for WH Smiths. That's why I was struggling to hear it, the thing was constantly on the move! Panic no 3 was over, back at the bus station James was busy taking the bike and cases off the bus. We were on the wrong one!!!!
I don't think we should be allowed out on our own!!
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