The Last Post-goodbye Budapest
We wake at 3am so we can be ready for our 3:50 limo pick-up. We race around like mad things and are ready on time outside our billet, which is more than can be said about our driver. The streets are full of locals in various states of inebriation and after a couple of frantic phone calls our "luxury limousine" arrives which looks suspiciously like a yellow taxi. The driver who seems to be practicing for the next grand prix whisks us away to the airport and then it is back to Munich where one gets the impression one is walking rather than flying to one's destination. The BA lounge is extremely grottsville but we survive. We are now sitting in Doha airport waiting for our flight to Melbourne so this is my final missive. Thank you everybody for all your comments and suggestions; this is Frank and Robyn signing off and look forward to creating the next blog.