Up, up and away ...
Yes! I am here. Good morning Limoges. What an awful experience from the moment of stepping into the airport until the plane vanished into leaden skies above Yorkshire... The things I do to myself to get some mental solitude? Forgetting to book in online(there is always a first time), which cost a mind altering £55 for a couple of stripes of paper, and the place was rammed with the drunkest rottenest Leeds United kit wearing yobs - some being carted away by the police presence. LBA, or should I say England the nation over, is a dirty, squabbling and overpriced hell hole. And the flight was delayed almost an hour. It was standing room only in that tight squeeze of an airport: there is nothing fun about airports (no romance whatsoever) where even loin cloths are overpriced! But, gratefully, I am in Limoges. Sadly there was no way I could be awake to catch the 5:35am Flixbus to Cahors, but there are plenty of BlaBlaCar options going south this Monday morning and I spotted one is going to A...