O Baggage Where Art Thou
Owing to various factors, I'm finding it difficult to recall the things that have happened and in what order over the last few days so, for my own purposes, I'm going to note them down here.</pointless-intro>
Edit: Those were not notes. I'm a waffler.
tl;dr: We got tired, the airline lost one of our bags, we did stuff, the airline found the bag.
Woke up around 9, considered the fact that we had until around 5pm to tackle tidy the house, tackle the Everest of dishes, wash all clothes, pack, and then leave for our holiday.
Farted around a fair bit and eventually resigned ourselves to coming back to a less-than-perfectly-tidy house. I scaled Mount Crockery at least.
Around 18:30 we eventually left for Stansted. We made good time and arrived plenty early enough for our 23:35 flight to Istanbul. On check-in, we were told the flight was delayed and was expected to depart between 01:00 and 01:30. Just what we needed with our already over-tired 2 year old.
We decided we would try to take it easy; we had a pint and I walked around the airport with the little man until he had calmed down a bit.
Eventually, the plane was ready for us to board at 01:15; we did so.
The flight passed easily enough. We were served a hot meal as soon as we hit cruising altitude and then we all slept through until descent. The landing was smooth and early morning Istanbul seemed warm and inviting.
Until we had found ourselves still waiting for our luggage ninety minutes later.
2 hours later, we learned that one of our bags had been lost. After some half-hearted arguing (we were just too tired), we filled in a form and left the arrivals hall with our remaining luggage. Unfortunately, the one that was missing contained most of our clothes and, frustratingly, toys and clothes for my sister-in-law's newborn.
Brother-in-law was waiting patiently outside for us. I guess he'd been there a while because he looked very relieved to see us. We made our way to the car hire place to find that, because we were so much later than we'd told them (by this time we were 3 hours later than we had booked the car for) they had decided we'd cancelled and gave our car to someone else. After some more arguing (half-hearted again), they found us another car of "equivalent size" and told us to wait round the front.
The car was a Ford Fiesta. I'm not one of those blokey types that know about cars. But I can say with certainty that I will never buy a Ford Fiesta and hope never to have to drive one again. It was tiny and weird. If we'd had our missing bag, I don't think we could have fit everything in the car. mumble mumble small mercies or summat
With the help of b-i-l, we found our way to his house - driving on the "wrong" side of the road in a "wrong"-hand-drive car after a long and stressful night with not much sleep was fun - and greeted s-i-l and her new baby and then had breakfast.
Then we slept. Then we went to the park. Then we slept.
The oddity of travelling at night then sleeping in the day but still being tired enough to sleep again at night was a new experience for me and I am still feel quite confused but I think I've managed to convince myself that everything above under "Tuesday" is correct.
On Wednesday, we decided on the strength of internet reviews to visit Polonezköy. Don't bother, it's rubbish. We pressed on then to the "nearby" beach. It turned out to be a 45 minute drive and a storm broke out along the way. When we arrived at the little seaside town (I don't remember its name) there was nowhere to park. Being already in a grump, we decided to head home and call the day a complete loss. Half way home, we decided we would visit Kartal instead; a town near s-i-l's.
Kartal was nice :)
Shopping in Kadıköy, ferry to Beşiktaş, more shopping, ferry back, home. In all, a nice day. Rounded off by some quality time with a beer on the balcony. It is way too hot indoors, even at night.
Just after midnight, the airline called us to say that they had found our missing luggage and would be sending it to us tomorrow.
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