Moving day again. Twenty Tunisian dinar left - pretty good - and make a fair trade at reception for 10 euro in change. They probably pleased to get rid of the coins. Time to book the seats for tomorrow's flight to Cyprus, bookable 24 hours in advance but not - never argue with a computer - 24 hours and one minute in advance. There's an hour time difference between Tunisia and the UK, so we cn book our 8:35 flight at 9:35. Then our 10:20 transfer arrives at 10:05 and we're off. About one and three quarter hours to tuis airport. Tunis itself has a particularly bad reputation for driving standards, but even on the motorway lanes are seen as a suggestion only, with many drivers straddling, and signalling lane changes apparently unheard of. It's easy to imagine missing the flight to become a reluctant witness to an accident.
This is not the EU or North America. No one at all interested in liquids being taken through security, including full bottle of water. (Interestingly, Israel, the gold standard for airport security, x-rays all luggage, including checked bags, as well as conducting personal interviews with those flying to Israel, but pays no attention to liuids. So one does wonder). A quiet flight with lots of space as we've booked the exit row seats. Sandwich and wine lunch.
Everything works very smoothly at Gatwick, though it's a first to see snow on landing here. Chilly on the train platform too. It's rush hour and crowded but we change to the tube at Farringdon, which takes us straight through to West Harrow on the Metropolitan.
Good to arrive early as it leaves us plenty of time to visit with Jean. Warm and cosy inside, and us spoiled with lovely Sri Lankan food. Nice to catch up on people and books. J's plumbing skills and bit of copper wire put to good use in repairs. I step on the bathroom scales. The readout says ERR. Error or a polite er, you really don't want to know?
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