That was to Dublin. Yes my other half kept describing it to people as a "1920s bus". That may have been stretching the truth somewhat, but I could see where she was coming from. It was great when it turned up, we'd all been standing in the departure gate for about an hour, tempers were beginning to fray, one woman was in tears, and then this vision in blue and rust turned up and everyone just collapsed into hoots of laughter. Hats off to the staff in City that day by the way. Faced with a lot of testy, irritable and upset people, everyone I saw kept their cool good job done by all. To make it all better, the friends who met us in dublin to give us a lift to the south coast, their car broke down just south of the ring road, so we had to wait a couple of hours for a truck and trailer to carry us down. We made it in at half 3 in the morning. I stopped being tired and frustrated and just started finding it funny by the time we turned up at the 'airport' that is southend.