Manchester and Westwards Ho!
Trip Start Feb 28, 2009
7Trip End Mar 10, 2009
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I took the precaution of pre-booking parking in the closest and most easily-accessible place I could - not so much for the trip out as because I know how pooped (not to mention stressed-out) we'll be after an overnight flight back with a (probably grumpy) six-year-old. I did this once before at MAN but for some reason it didn't recognise my booking... and guess what? I stuck my credit card in the machine as directed and it spat it back out without opening the barrier. Again. And of course, there were 2 cars behind me at this point. Fortunately the help button worked and I was assured that I could just take a ticket as normal and it'd all be sorted out when I present my reservation on my return. It better bloody had, because it wasn't cheap!
Margaret flies with American Airlines at least once a year and had warned us that their food is a bit of a lottery quality-wise. We thought it best to fill up with as big a breakfast as we could manage. 2 Trad English Breakfasts for me and the boy, £17. SEVENTEEN QUID!!!!! I was extra nice to the servey-person and got extra bacon.
We were lucky enough to get a glimpse into the cockpit, and were surprised at how young the captain was.
Lucky lad :)
The flight was pretty much what we'd expected. So was the food. We were thankful for the big breakfast and the vast stocks of crisps and biscuits that Helen had wisely packed.
However, entertaining a 6yo for 8 hours on a rather cramped flight is a bit of a challenge. I was glad I'd picked up a pack of Top Trumps ("Clone Wars"!) at the airport. He's never tried them before but took to them remarkably quickly. This is a Good Thing, as it helps with literacy and to a limited extent, numeracy.
With that, a new model of Eve to go with WALL-E and the good ol' trusty Nintendo DS (plus new Mario/Sonic Olympics game), we made it to Chicago with under 20 rogitations* of "When are we there?"
And so to Chicago......
* Rogitation: One of my Adopted Words (http://savethewords.org/). Means to ask the same question repeatedly. I feel certain it must have have its roots in a child called Roger.