Our accommodation for the night at Hotel Ibis was a 10 minute taxi ride from the airport. Back in May, I’d stayed at a similar Hotel Ibis within walking distance of Luton airport, on my way meet Clare in Jerusalem on another very early morning flight. It had been such convenient, comfortable and good-value accommodation that I decided to do the same again for this trip. Our flight was at 6:35 the following morning, so it made sense to be as close as possible to the airport the evening before.
Our room was just what we needed after a busy day. So much so that we joked about staying longer than just one night. It was like a hideaway from the world. Clare commented that “no one could get to us here” which I could fully appreciate after all the flat-related phone calls she’s had to make recently. I considered what friends’ reactions would be if we told them we were imagining spending future weekends away, alternating between hotels at Gatwick and Luton airports. I guess it’s a compliment to Ibis Hotels and their virtually soundproof rooms and super-comfortable beds.
Unfortunately our stay at the Ibis was cut short by our alarm going off at 3:30. Drowsy with lack of sleep we scrambled our belongings together and made our way downstairs for the first shuttle bus of the morning to take us to the airport. It was dark and rainy and we all sat inside the delayed Norweigan flight on the tarmac for a good half hour before it finally took off at 7:15.
Three hours and twenty minutes later, we landed in Kefalonia. It was hot and sunny and thirty degrees.