Now i’m back home things have calmed down and the excitement of the Atlantic crossing are but just a memory, It’s holiday time now and my two boys are both home, one from university and one from school.
Now all the separate breaks are over we decided to spend a day together, we didn’t want to go far and my wife didn’t fancy driving so we jumped on a bus and headed down to Greenwich.
Some local old buildings and boats.
Here you can see the old working docks, now nice flats. You can just make out ‘The Emirates Air Line’ or cable car to most of us, and ‘The O2’ the Dome.
The O2 from the cable car. You can also see the walkway over the dome, My wife and boys walked over this later, I couldn’t due to my arms not having the strength to pull me along.
Looking back at the cable car from the top of the dome.
Another view towards the city.
There is a lot of building work going on in the area and a lot of waste land, one great use of waste land, build a golf driving range, a very nice place but £5.00 for a glass of coke poured out of a £1.20 bottle into a plastic glass was a bit excessive.
There are loads of restaurants and bars in the O2 so its a great place to finish up and if no big event is on its not busy at all.
I had a bit of a crazy day yesterday, it started off ok if not a bit early in Malta, got a flight from there to Heathrow, then after a couple of hours boarded another flight to Aberdeen, so far so good, a couple of hours later I was back at the airport, I checked my bag in and walked through security, grabbed a G&T and sat down, a few minutes later Nico joined me and we raised a glass to another successful rig move, now I’m sitting a few meters from my gate and keeping a good eye on it, once the queue was down to the last few people I jumped up and joined the end, once it got to my turn I showed the nice young lady my boarding card, now this is when it starts to get crazy, she pointed out that I was booked on the one hour earlier flight to Heathrow, there must be some mistake I said and showed her my electronic ticket on my phone, which clearly states my flight was to City Airport not Heathrow, after the system was checked a few more times and two phone calls later I was told they had in fact made a mistake, cool I’m thinking to myself, I’ll just get on the plane and be home in time for dinner………………oh no, you see even though I was standing 20 meters from the plane which was only half full, with the door still open I could not board it, something to do with a time issue, this is when I pointed out it was going to take them longer to get my bag I had checked in off the plane than it was for them to print me a new boarding pass, this is the moment they all looked at each other and franticly started punching buttons on the keyboard, and thats when they found out my bag was on its way to Heathrow, apparently someone with the same name as me was travelling to Heathrow, with my bag. Now I’m pretty laid back and as I was on my way home and not going out to a job losing the bag was no real problem, they could just courier it to my house the next day. (which they have). So just put me on the next flight to City and I’ll be happy, oh no that was the last flight to City that night, we can send you to Heathrow they said, that was not going to work for me, stick me in a hotel and i’ll get a flight to City tomorrow I said, with a few looks and nods and a phone call this was agreed on and I was sent back though to the ticket desk for this to be arranged. I met up with a very helpful young lady called Vicky and she started to organise the return of my bag and a room for the night, now the Scottish open is on this weekend (thats golf if you didn’t know) and every hotel was booked solid, so I came up with another plan, instead of a hotel British Airways can pay for a taxi and I’ll stay at my brothers house, with a few looks and nods and a phone call this was agreed on, Vicky was sorting out the paperwork while I was on the phone to my bro to make sure all was ok, then I had to call my wife and kids to tell them I wasn’t going to be home tonight, finally I signed some papers and was directed to the taxi office, gave them my details and was told no details had come through yet and to take a seat, but I had a better idea, I gave my mobile number and walked to the pub, ordered a large cold one and relaxed.
Now what I didn’t know was for the last hour and half the plane I was supposed to be just getting off in London City Airport was still just outside with a slight technical fault, now I’m about to take my first sip of a well earned drink when in runs a taxi driver with a BA agent and points at me and shouts thats him, she runs up to me and asked if I still wanted to get home, silly question as I’m already on my feet, we run all the way to security where its high heels off (hers not mine) laptop out and belts off, through the scanner and then dressed again, more running to the gate where someone else takes over, then its out to the plane, as I’m walking up the steps the door is opened for me, I step on the plane and given seat 1A, in fact B,C and D the whole front row to myself, the door is closed behind me and off we go, as soon as the seat belt light has gone off a large G&T is placed in front of me and its relax time again, both girls on the plane were fantastic, at one point I asked for a bit of ice and the young lady put her things down and came a sat next to me, I thought she was going to hold my hand when she asked what it was I was after, I said just a bit of ice and with a really good laugh she said I thought you asked for some advice.
Now some people might have found this a bit stressful but there’s not a lot you can do about it, and shouting will never help, I found all the British Airways staff to be very professional and helpful on every level and could never fault them, and if anyone at British Airways reads this, you guys just bumped me down to a blue card, any chance I could go back to bronze, silver would be great.
R.I.P Lee Rigby
On a drive to collect parts for Hank (see last post) I drove through Woolwich and pasted the spot where Lee Rigby was murdered by two cowardly nutters, I was meaning to drive down and visit the spot but sort of felt a bit uncomfortable , like I was intruding or something, now I wished I had, this shot I took out the window while driving past, it shows a small amount of the tributes left by people from all over the country and even abroad to this brave young lad.
Have a great weekend.
While my wife was in NZ she spent a bit of time at her Uncle and Aunts, they live in a suburb of Auckland call Remuera, it’s on the east side of town overlooking Waitemata Harbour and Mission Bay, it’s a beautiful part of town, but saying that most of Auckland’s costal area is pretty nice.
This is the view to have coffee and croissants to, on the right in the distance is the perfectly formed volcanic island of Rangitoto.
Of course a lot of houses have nice views, but if you compare it to the view out our window back in London, you can see why I like this one so much.
It’s been a very busy week, but I think I’ve caught up for now.
Here is a few shots taken with my iPhone on my travels home last week.
This is what I had to leave behind on the rig.
Over the British country side.
Looking up the Thames towards the North, you can make out Tower Bridge, the London Eye and the ‘Shard’, Europe’s tallest building.
If you have ever heard of London Gin, this is my take on it, London through a Gin.
Have a great weekend.