Emergency flight home

The reason why I flew back home is explained in the next blog post.

One or two more stressed moments at the airport in Madrid, to go with the ones I had on 15th May. At baggage x-ray the duty-free bottle of aguardiente I'd bought at Guayaquil Airport for Dave was confiscated because it had come from outside the EU; they did give me the option of going back round and signing forms in order to keep onto it, but the plane from Guayaquil had arrived late and I was in a mad rush to get to my gate in time, so I didn't have any time to spare. An airport employee rushed me and a couple of other people bound for Heathrow directly to our gate; I was very grateful because without her help I may well have missed my flight.

At Heathrow I spent 40 minutes waiting at the baggage carousel before making an enquiry about my bag. Yes, it hadn't arrived - it was still in Madrid but would be arriving later that night - but no, I wouldn't have to wait for it or come back to collect it, because British Airways would deliver it to my door the next morning. They were as good as their word!