After the distress of the Milan cancellation we hung around the airport, free wi-fi, surfing for options to get into Europe from Istanbul. Some friend Italians, victims of the same abandonment, offered us seats on a coach laid on by their local Consulate. So we was hanging with the Italians waiting for coach and heard a flight to Hamburg announced. Lara runs over to the SunExpress ticket desk and secures four.
Hey presto we are now in Hanover. They switched airports just before we took off.
Well it begins with ‘H’ and still in Germany and that’s in Europe and that is well cool.
"Babe, when its lovin’ if it’s not rough it’s not fun" . . *
* Poker Face – Lady Gaga