08 Oct 08
You know you're on to a good thing when you breakfast in one country and then lunch in another, which is what happened to me (and many others) on Monday.
Waking up in Salou, Spain I headed to the airport, which was packed to the rafters with rally folk all waiting to get on the specially chartered plane to take us to our next destination - Ajaccio in Corsica.
Honestly, it was like a who's who in rallying at the airport, if you were a WRC fan then that was the place to be with an autograph book, even though many people looked slightly second hand after the night before. There were a number of people (who will remain nameless, I know which side my bread is buttered) who hadn't been to bed, I'm pleased to say I wasn't one of them. Not this time anyway.
It must have been the quietest plane journey ever. Some people didn't even wait until the plane took off to grab some much needed sleep before they launched into another week of rally preparation. When we landed you could tell that all the people on board were seasoned travellers, I have never left an aircraft so quickly - as soon as the seatbelt sign was off everyone was on their feet, bags in hands ready to move swiftly into the aisle and off the plane. That doesn't happen very often!
As soon as we were free of the airport myself and some lovely people I spend a lot of time with went for lunch which is when we all realised that just a few hours ago we were all in Spain, eating a buffet breakfast which included, I kid you not, chips. And now we were all in Corsica eating enormous salads, speaking a mixture of French and Spanish, badly.