Around 1815, back in Geneva airport, waiting to board the last flight back to Berlin, the easyJet person already at the desk, and the both of us slightly dazed from lack of sleep, and the last week, very much looking forward to being home and in bed by 10pm, when we look again, the flight has vanished and so has the easyJet person. Then we discover our flight has been delayed till 23h. Getting back to the checkin area was horrible; Geneva airport is thoroughly designed for one-way traffic, and there are either dead-ends, locked gates, or lack of signs if you wish to retrace your steps.
Back at the post-checkin info desk and no one knows anything. No announcements made, and much sitting falling asleep uncomfortably. The airport is also not designed with long transfers or delays in mind. An hour or so later, with no explanation as to why we are sitting in one city when we should be nearing another, we get a 15,€- food voucher, approximately the minimum legally required and in this airport purchases sod-all – and this from the info desk and not an easyJet person.
Oh-so-much-longer later, we get on board our delayed flight, itself delayed, and with complete lack of explanation from the pilot, and not even a apologetic hot drink, head Berlin-wards. And getting to the city from Schönefeld at 1am is of course the last cruel joke of former communist Berlin, so we roll into bed at 230am, almost twenty-two hours travelling from Cala Santanyí to Wedding.
Today we got an email from easyJet apologising and saying there was technical problems with the aircraft and hoping the events of yesterday wouldn’t discourage us from flying with them again. Well, no; they are the only cheap way to get to a lot of places, and mostly pretty good, and aircraft are complex things which don’t take well to not working. It’s just they handled the whole thing very shoddily, with rubbish poor communication so in return, I get to blog about it over a late breakfast.