Hearty breakfast as disembarking at 9.30 – cases had to be out before 7am. Quick rendition of “My bags are packed”.
Our biker guide was on the quay to make sure we all got on the bus with our belongings.
I did my usual people watching in a small café – where locals were coming to buy breakfast while the rest of the cast did last minute shopping, sight-seeing.
I did go to a few shops and met a really interesting guy in one who talked about the destruction of Cologne during the war. He rooted out some old postcards to give me that showed then and now – a bit of a find!
The resilience of the European people never ceases to amaze me. the awful atrocities they lived through during the war and the way they picked themselves up and moved on.
As I’ve a “blue pass” I can get assistance through the airport – but today was an example of service at its best. Think it probably was because there were three young guys coming to Dublin for the weekend, one of them in a wheelchair. Well! Each of us got our own attendant and we were brought direct to the plane and “airlifted” on. The lads asked would the same happen in Dublin; I certainly couldn’t give them any assurance (I was doubtful). But surprise surprise – it did.
Another memorable adventure!
