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Y Salsa Festival Lyon France, part 2
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| (Sunday, 01 July 2007) Written by Sizzla |
I join Suzy and the kids for breakfast (Sophia and Amelia, fantastic kids) I pass on the full fry up option and settle for cereal. I’m treated like royalty at Ricky’s, I’ recommend it folks. Breakfast out the way we start to pack the car. With minutes to spare slap surfaces from hibernation looking quite refreshed.
We’re now on the road, the M1 on our way to the airport. I’m riding shotgun , ricky’s driving and slap’s in the back. Ricky’s blastin out some the tracks he’s gonna drop in Lyon, hey…….some real killer stuff bro. After twenty minutes slap starts to top up his beauty sleep(trust me he needs plenty) The weather changes for the worst…it’s lashing it down, Ricky starts to chunter about visibility and lorries. We decide to stop for coffee before we kill him!!!
The weather breaks and we’re on our way again. Rick’s still blastin out kick ass floor jams. There’s a strange smell in the car, Slaps catching wasps in his mouth but trousers cough at the same time!!! We’ve made good time and arrive at the airport. As usual there’s a massive queue at the checkout. Finally it’s our turn. Ricky and slap get referred to the customer service desk, they’re not booked on the flight. I also get referred. We’re puzzled!!!!!!!
Queuing again Ricky considers our situation, he asks for my flight details. “Guys” he said, “we’re in a serious situation, we’re at the wrong airport.” GTFOH is my reply. We’re in Luton our flights are from Stanstead. Ricky starts to panic; frantic phone calls to France are made. Slap and I remain cool and discuss our situation with the customer service consultant. We have a number of options (at this point Ricky’s apologising profusely, you could see the veins throbbing in his head) Firstly there are no flights to Lyon from Luton. Making Lyon on time was gonna be difficult. After a calm discussion and weighing up our options(including transfers from Poland and Estonia)we agree to fly to Geneva then get a train to Lyon!!!
During the course of the day Ricky had gradually relinquished all responsibility for our predicament and blamed me and Slap, how did he work that one out!!!!
Our flights on time, we land in Geneva. There’s little time between connections from the airport to the Geneva central train station. We just make it, however we need some food. No time to get Swiss Francs, we find a supermarket that will accept Ricky’s dodgy card.
We get the Lyon train and settle into our seats. It’s a 1hr 45 minute journey. I’m sat next to a young French woman. We strike up a conversation. Turns out she lives in Lausanne commutes to Geneva. She was on her way to Marseille to spend time with her parents and pick up her son. A nine hour journey…..wow. Found out she’s a Guicci marketing consultant, turned on a bit charm hoping for some freebies to no avail.
I took the opportunity to give her my forthright opinions of the French based on my experiences. We did reach some common ground, but she put me right on a few things. She asked why we were going to Lyon; I pointed to Ricky and said “ask him.” Ricky scratched his head and rolled his eyes.
Saw a sign for Lyon, we’re here folks.
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