My long weekend to Barcelona, Spain, and the adventures that were had. 10/06/10 to 14/06/10
Well, the start of the holiday really didn’t go too well.
The first hazard to overcome was the ridiculous security at Heathrow. I had foolishly bought a bottle of water to ease my thirst whilst waiting for the flight, completely forgetting the ban on any liquids in hand luggage. So, an unopened bottle of water was given over to the security guard. She looked at me and suggested that I may want to gulp it down before going through. I suggested that this would be a stupid idea and that it was my fault in the first place for not remembering such a daft rule. Martha then pointed out that the mat we were standing on was rather spongy. Immediately I jumped to the conclusion that they were doing a full body x-ray. In a panic I asked the guard, who informed me that this was not the case, but over at international flights was where they were starting to use them. She then proceeded to tell me to remove my bracelet. As it was silver and I had so much other stuff on, I said that I would not, if I made it beep then they could search me. Across the barrier I heard another voice informing me that the bracelet should be removed immediately and my belt too. I then became rather stroppy and childlike, arguing with her whilst doing as I was told. I walked through the bleeping machine and failed to set if off. However, the woman who had butted into the conversation now insisted that if god forbid if anything happened to me I would be first complain, at this point, sadly, I swore at her. Realising what I had done, I repeated the sentence without resorting to foul language. She then insisted that she was not talking to me but a fellow employee who was now quite upset. I suggested that if she was prone to be upset that easily then she should refrain from working with the public. Upon which I turned and left the security area.
I was sooooo angry with the whole set up. It is just crazy, if someone wanted to blow up an aircraft, they would. The other point being that the aeroplanes used in the 9/11 were hijacked not bombed! Does my bloody head in!
Anyway, once I managed to get a coffee down me, I began to feel much better and we headed over to the relevant gate and awaited the Lufthansa flight we were booked on to. Whilst waiting at the gate, I notice three police officers hanging around. I started to get slightly paranoid about the incident that may have warranted the officers becoming involved. I was so relieved when we boarded the plane without being arrested.
We flew from Heathrow to Munich, arriving with only 10 minutes to spare, so no German beer on this trip. Running to the other end of the terminal, we jumped on a Spanair flight to Barcelona!
