Sardegna - L'Inizio

One of the reasons for me coming to the UK was to go on a three day mini-break over the bank holiday to Sardinia with 5 other friends. Unfortunately Mike and Rob were not able to make it, so there are now 4 of us going instead: me, Sarah, Julia and Tamsin.

I arrive first at Stansted and get all my luggage searched and swabbed, and my toiletries confiscated by the little shit on the security: OK, I had put in stuff that was >100 ml in bottle size, but the contents were less that about 20 ml…I hope that they end this ridiculous limit on liquids, it’s pathetic.

I meet Julia and right next to us is the seafood and champagne bar, which was very convenient, and we sit and order a bottle of champagne: let’s start the holiday as we mean to go on! Tamsin arrives a little bit later and then Sarah – so here we all are! We are flying Easy Jet, which is a far cry from the business class luxury I experienced a few days ago – I cannot really understand why you are not able to chose your own seats, as it just leads to shit behaviour from passengers running onto the plane, pushing the weak out of the way! 

We were quite late arriving at the gate, so were the last few onto the plane and consequently didn’t get to sit together… and as soon as we took off, there was an almost unifying scream from every child on the plane, and for one of them (that was sitting in front of me) this screaming didn’t stop for the whole journey: I love iPods.

As we arrived and were just touching down, the plane suddenly accelerated and took off again, to the shock of most people on the plane: apparently there was a flock of birds on the runway. I expect there were a few people wishing they were wearing one of the babies nappies, as it was quite scary...

Getting off the plane, I see that Julia had been seated right in amongst the creche of screaming children and looked less than pleased: apparently one of them had spent the whole journey kicking her seat, despite her asking the child and the parents to stop. As I have said before, with the exception of those belonging to family and friends, I hate children.

We pick up the car and try and find the hotel, which was no mean feat in the dark and with only a list of instructions from the website, but I soon spotted a sign to the hotel, and from then on, became the group’s navigator! As Rob and Mike were not here, and hadn’t cancelled their booking, we checked into the three rooms, explaining (lying) that they had missed the flight and would be arriving tomorrow. Hoorah – a room to myself!


We regrouped about 30 minutes later in the bar area and started on the prosecco (well, whilst in Italy…) and then proceeded to polish off a further 5 bottles of wine (one tasting like bananas) and then rather foolishly wobbled up to Tamsin and Julia’s room for whiskey and to play cards!