Up just after 4am and helped Murray load the bike and waved him off as he left to catch his bus. Went back inside where some tantric loony was huffing, puffing and gargling as part of his morning ritual.
Cab arrived late on the way to the airport but checked in fine. In my short acquaintance with the bike bag I have come to loathe it deeply.
Dull flight over millions of acres of Canadian nothing and arrived at Minneapolis 30 mins late. Had the joy of tearing around the airport, just making the departure gate for the final call. Looks like we’ll be about 30 mins late in to the air as well… why can’t they… oh why bother! With luck I’ll sleep on this flight. $130 to get the extra bag home – better be at Gatwick in good nick. Now we have inane yoga on screen. I’ll have a nice day if I want to. Aaarghhh!
Coming in to land at Gatwick and it looks as if we will only be 10 mins late.
THE END
Loading the bike
Safe Journey mate
