We checked in online the night before so we didn't have to queue to check in, but the queue to enter the departure lounge was so big we had to board as soon as we made it past security.
After a turbulant flight, we arrived at Faro airport 25 minutes ahead of schedule. Our taxi man was there already so we didn't have to wait for him. It was 9 degrees when we landed at 9:45am, within a few hours the sun was out and the temperature had doubled so we thought we'd go for a scroll along the front and see what there was. Of course, it's Boxing Day, so nowhere's open. Hoping to go go-karting one day, there's a good track just down the road.
The hotel's nice, we're on the corner of the building so we have a massive balcony, and I mean a massive balcony! I was hoping for Sky Sports in the room so I could watch the footie but the best we had was EuroSport, the very best when you want to watch Skiing and Curling, real sport.
I guess it's nice to get away, but Portugal is nowhere near as nice as Turkey, I'm still quite tired after not being able to sleep on the plane, the headrests were too low so either my neck hurt or my back did. No in flight film either, not one of my better flights.
In some ways, I wish I was still at home, there's probably more to do there. I'm a miserable bugger, me. At least I can go do some shopping if a) the shops are open and b) they're actually any good. I'll probably just come back with it all and spend a fortune at Topman or ASOS...
The hotel has free wi-fi but only in reception, what's the point in that? The hotel's quite nice though, might get a good night's sleep for the first time in a while..
Wishful thinking. Christmas Day gets worse each year, I had no presents that I could play/mess with so I resorted to watching Christmas repeats and listening to my Nan trying to spit out stories about my mother, whilst forgetting the details along the way. I've had nicer Christmas Dinners too, the turkey was dry and my Dad put too much garlic in with the roasts, I ate it none the less.
I don't get why my grandparents come either, they just moan because we don't watch Strictly, then talk through the programs we do watch. Then my Nan and Gran constantly try to outdo each other and make snide remarks trying to make out that they are the better grandparent. I'm done with Christmas, it's a waste of time. Until next year comes of course...
I'd like to do something on New Years Eve but of course, I won't be invited to anything. I'll end up in bed at 10, having spent all night watching old comedy shows and playing Football Manager. Happy Fucking New Year. So we went back out for a meal and still most places were closed, this being at 7:30pm. We had a look at what there was open and settled in a little Chinese restaurant by the sea. Very good prices in there, a 5 course meal was only €10 (that's £9). Service was very good too. I guess we may end up going back there if everywhere stays closed!
At the end they brought out little flannels that were steaming, intended to wipe your hands and face after the meal. I, however, had earlier spilt my beef in oyster sauce on the nice table cover and tried to use the steamy towel to remove the stain. Needless to say, the stain remained.
This is why I don't come away with my parents anymore, they'd rather walk along the front and sit and watch people go past. You can sit and watch people out of our living room window! They don't do anything fun or interesting, not to me anyway.
You can probably tell that I'm really bored because im blogging on holiday. Maybe i'm just sad? Yeah, that's most likely it.
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