We had a message from the airline that there was a flight with our name on leaving today so we threw our by-now-very-crumpled belongings into the bags (again) took a 40-minute taxi-ride to the airport (again) and waited with the other passengers for news (again). Five hours later UK airspace was still closed and there were rumours of further eruptions (of the volcanic kind, not the stamping-of-feet and just-get-me-out-of-here kind, although there was a bit of that going on too) and we went back to the hotel. By now the game of coming up with alternative routes home if this doesn't "all blow over soon", has reached epic proportions; cruise ships, submarines and camel trains via Casablanca have all been mentioned. I suggested hitch-hiking and the boys tried the idea out. It worked pretty well, but that may have been something do with the fact were standing at the taxi rank at the time. I just hope that sticking your thumb out in public doesn't mean something unspeakably rude in Malaysia!
(I was trying to put a frame round the text so it looks like they are holding a sign saying London, but couldn't figure out how to do that!)
Hee hee! That's not me in the picture - it's my 14 year old son! I had to edit this photo a lot with duo-tone and film grain because it was taken with my phone in semi-dark so it's hard to make out, I know!!
