Tenergrief...

Katie, Olly and Izzy are at the gym so have taken this oppurtunity to recount our nightmare journey to you all. Ol and I left Heathrow with everything relatively under control-aside from out weeping mothers& the fact neither of us could really carry our bags, but honestly they were small problems compared to what was about to occur...things were about to get ugly

To call air Iberia an airline is really to flatter them. there is NO inflight entertainment but instead of just accepting their budget cannot stretch as far as films they have huge screens that drop down from the ceiling and then proceed to show some fucked up sort of planecam the entire way so all you can see is the clouds outside and the runway during takeoff and landing...hardly enthralling. To make matters worse Olly was sat next to a Spanish guy who was a cross between Mr Gillings and Donald Trump, he smelt like old furniture and despite how many times we insisted we didn't speak Spanish he continued to make conversation with us, jabbering and laughing and even waveing a miniature eg he brough out of his pocket in my face...the entire situation was hugely awkward-about 4 hrs in we were already counting down the minutes till we could get off the plane, away from Spainiush Gilbo and actually eat something edible.

Then comes a Spainish annoucemnt whic indced the entire plane into panic...we waited for the English translation and understood why as the air hostess struggled in broken english to ask for any doctors onboard to come to the front of the plane immediately!! after half an hour of the crew rushing around and people nervously peering at a curtained area we felt the plane make a sharp turn around and the captain announced we were heading to Tenneriffe!!

so our supposed first night in Tenneriffe was spent in a 5* hotel in Tenneriffe courtesy of air Iberia-not bad! finally we arrived at the apartement after some crazy driving by or taxi driver who had to dodge his way around this massive quadbike race that was happening all over the city! on arrival Ol and I then had to wait outside the apartment as or trusty living buddys had gone out shopping...tut tut. Anywa must fly as Iz and I are off to learn spainsh with our tutor Monica.

adios. xx