Michelle Smith

So Saturday arrived we had breakfast and headed off to the airport after some funny confusion with the taxi driver.  We were waiting for the Airport Shuttle to arrive outside the hotel entrance.  There was a taxi already there who asked if we were going to the airport…  We explained that we were waiting for the shuttle.  10 minutes passed and this guy was chuntering away in German on his mobile phone for most of it when he suddenly turns around to Kenny and asks, “Are you Ken?”   Ah well!  LOL!

So we arrived at the airport, got in the queue and had a nice woman serving us at check-in

I hate check in at airports when travelling with my kit,  its not the firearms, people there, handing over passports etc it’s the “big weigh-in” that terrifies me as I have heard horror  stories about people getting screwed for £200 or more and I would hate for that to happen to me!

20kg’s was our limit plus 20kg for the rifle, quite hard to hit with 2 rifles, kit and clothes for a week!

But!!!  Our rifles didn’t get weighed, our kit bags, although over the limit (Kenny had a cracking 27kg’s in his kit bag) got on the plane without any issues or charges.  Although we did have a little wait as the crew there were so efficient

 

Once again we had the tiny plane on the way back,   2 seats on one side, 1 seat on the other side   the hostess we had was brilliant though, She let me and Pickle move to the front seats which had better leg room which gave Pickle better chance to spread out and sleep after his long week and late night

So we landed at Heathrow around 12:20, we were off the plane and collected our kit bags and were waiting for our rifles to make an appearance.

Hmmm, what a wait that was.  After waiting around for about 15 minutes we contacted the BMI desk to see where our rifles were.

Considering we had seen them sat on the run way at 12:25 we didn’t see our rifles until 13:50 after a great cock and bull story about it being too much for one person to transport and so they had to go back over to terminal 5 to get someone to give them a hand.

Now I’m short! And many people like to remind me about that but the G4S Security personnel who turned up with our rifles, a man and a woman…   the old woman who was pushing the trolley was shorter than me by a good 2-3 inches and she was aided by and even older and frailer man..  Hmmmm What a piss take!