the flight 2

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The Captain of the aircraft informed us that the landing procedure in Samos was somewhat unorthodox. He was to perform a low altitude approach involving a zigzag between two mountains! We were not to be alarmed - this was quite normal!

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There was no one in the next seat so I had to make do with gripping my own hand for comfort whilst reading the same page of my book over and over again in which could have been a prelude to my shortest holiday ever.

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However, after being violently tipped first to left and then to right we landed at a tiny airport, where we were ushered into a tiny terminal, and my tiny case of essentials was first to arrive on a tiny carousel.So far so good. Last time I went to a Greek island my luggage decided to take a holiday of it's own in Athens!

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Usually when you emerge from an aircraft at some exotic location you are greeted by a rush of hot air. Now I know it was late summer, but I didn't expect a howling gale and lashing rain.The assembled band of Thomas Cook fun seekers(6 to be precise) where herded into an awaiting coach. I had just made myself comfy when it was announced that I would be the first disembark, and look - we're there already!

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I registered at my modest apartment,wandered out on to my little balcony, and lo and behold, there was my aircraft not a hundred metres away across a strip of grass!

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The brochure warned me of 'some aircraft noise' but I didn't expect the in-room entertainment to be courtesy of Boeing.

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