Well, that's quite enough of Majorca for now. I woke up early with an iPhone that didn't have much charge left, so listened to some podcasts over good quality yet cheap, commodity headphones - which never require charging, either - while simultaneously charging the phone from a USB brick. Amazing stuff, this legacy technology. Think I'll steer clear of the iPhone 7 for now, thanks Apple.
Anyway. Breakfast, early enough that Rich's parents' friend were still there so we had a bit of a chat and ate our meat and cheese and croissants. The terrorist cat was over the wall and would miaow in response to every single word said to it other than "pussycat". Strange fat thing that it was.
Checked out and walked up to the cafe by the church, meeting Rich. Couple of drinks and some blogging, then walked up to where his car was parked. The drive to the airport was a bit hairy, especially when we missed the turn off to the airport because Rich was a bit preoccupied with the dreadful driving of a taxi driver who swerved across all the lanes. D'oh. The impromptu diversion took us through an old resort, then alongside some fields filled with windmills in varying states of dereliction, which I found pretty mesmerising. And then, the airport, around 90 minutes before take-off.
Fast track security was fast, though it takes me ages to repack everything into my numerous pockets and with my stupid Russian doll style iPad-in-a-case-in-a-bag-in-a-bag arrangement. I need to sort that shit out. The departure boards said boarding started at 1240, which seemed bloody early for a 1330 take off. There are two lounges in the airport, both in the Schengen bit, and we went to the nearest one called Valledemossa.
It smelt weird. The toilets were camouflaged. The chocolate cakes were nice, the beer was warm and shit, the layout was shoddy and the whole place very small. Not the worst lounge in the world, still, but not a place we wanted to spend much time. Since the woman on the desk had seemed somewhat panicky about me just asking how long to get to get A18, and with the weird time on the board despite our passes saying gate closes at 1320, we went through the Schengen immigration desks at around 1240.
Champagne arrived. As with the outbound, we ordered one of each of the dishes. The bloke serving the Club Europe cabin was a bit crap, really. Very perfunctory, not much interaction or smiling or basically anything except shoving stuff at us. At least two of our champagne refills he doesn't even open the damn bottles (which makes Helen want to stash them in our bags, but I vote for drinking them there and then).