Yet again I awoke relatively early, for a Saturday at least. I always seem to get up early for flights. I finished my packing, said my goodbyes to my flat mate (who knows if I would see him again) and made my way outside to await my taxi. But before I go any further, as with all good stories, let’s start at the beginning.


It was the Thursday before Easter and all was quiet. Actually, things were not quiet, they were getting rather rowdy at a bar near work. So rowdy that after a few too many drinks I decided to text a mate and inquire when he was next off to Amsterdam…as it turns out he was up for going the very next weekend. Once home we booked the tickets and hotel and we were set! The hotel was paid cash and the flights were booked on redemption via Avios.com using converted Tesco vouchers, who knew you could do that??? It’s quite amazing; a load of bog roll gets you a flight. Anyway, I digress.