Majorca (part 1)

So as you should all have figured by now I was away on holiday in Majorca. Before I went I was going on about how I was not looking forward to it and I felt that it would probably be my worst holiday so far. My god, I was right. O.k so I didn't get mugged or end up in hospital or anything dramatic but I didn't exactly have a whale of a time either.

The annoying thing was that the weather had been bad until the day we left when it was suddenly hot and sunny.

This flight out was at 8pm which meant there was the whole day to wait around. We ended up at the airport at like 3.30 and the check-in didn't open till 5 so that was pretty dull. It was my dads fault he freaks out before flying and always wants to get there early.

I bought a Scotland t-shirt at the airport so that people could tell where I'm from as I get sick of being mistaken for English.

Like most people I hate going though passport control as you have to show them your terrible passport photo. This time they were giving me funny looks as I do look pretty different from the photo. They were of course internally laughing at it.

Like usual the first thing I did when I got my seat on the plane was to make sure there were no cracks on any of the windows near me (I'm paranoid). It didn't help that I had watched a documentary on channel 5 about a pilot getting sucked out of the cock-pit window.

The safety video always makes me laugh. The music in the background makes it seem all exciting and dramatic. The fact that the cabin crew just stand in the aisle while the video is being played and near the end they gesture where the nearest exits are makes it somewhat even more amusing.

I was impressed with the meal (chicken pie), I found it delicious whereas everyone else seemed to be grossed out by it. I think I'll phone up My Travels catering and ask for the recipe. 10 minutes after we had eaten of course the turbulence started. It was pretty rough, the lights were flickering and the cabin crew had to stop walking around. It made me feel kind of queasy plus I had a sore stomach like usual which didn't help.

We landed at Palma at around 11.30. The one annoying thing about Palma airport is that you have to walk for miles to get anywhere. Good for preventing DVT I suppose.

In the coach that was taking us to the apartment complex I was falling asleep listening to my mp3 player loudly. I was no doubt bothering people but who cares.

When we reached the place and had been allocated a room it took a while to find it. All the others who got off the coach along with us were following us which was rather unsettling. Luckily for us the security guard pointed us in the right direction and ignored everyone else, leaving them standing gazing at their maps.

I pulled a muscle in my arm carrying my suitcase up the stairs (there was no lift) so that caused me to be in pain for the entire holiday. The second that I entered the apartment I went on a quest, to no avail, to find the balcony. Finding out that we had no balcony wasn't a good start. To me it's the most important part of the room. We did have a terrace thing but it was very open plan and was right at a flight of stairs so we had to make sure we were decent before stepping out into it. Me and my sister managed to claim the bigger bedroom before the parents found it. Unfortunately for us it was at the front where buses and taxis were pulling up all night. The sheets were slightly grubby and my sister was franticly searching for dirty marks on them and throwing a wobbly every time she found one.

The living/kitchen area was very archetypical of these places, in other words totally tasteless. The couch was a sort of blue burberry. Yuck. The bathroom to me smelt like faeces, I quickly pissed my mum off by mentioning this.

We were also directly above an arcade so that was good for keeping us awake.

Apart from all that the apartment was wonderful.

Part 2 tomorrow.