Vienna was amazing but all good things come to and end and so waltzing past the musical toilet
I had done OLCI that morning and had chosen to print off my boarding pass. There wasn't a hope of SEQ1 as I had been at the opera when OLCI opened but I reckoned SEQ14 wasn't too bad. In spite of the fact that my profile with Aer Lingus says I prefer a window seat, it always offers me an aisle seat and this time was no exception. 8C was on offer so I changed it to 8F but then the website froze
Back to the beginning but when I clicked on the Check-in button to start the proceedings up popped the check-in confirmation with, yes, you've guessed it - 8C! Ah well, at least it wasn't at the back of the bus.I rather like Vienna airport. To get into the Duty Free area you scanned your boarding card on a gate to gain admission to Passport Control and then you're in! A quick stop in DF for a bottle of Tanqueray for me
and some schnapps for his nibs and then on to the gate, which seemed to be in the very bowels of the airport. Still there was free wi-fi and so I happily caught up with what was happening in cyberspace when all of a sudden the place was invaded by a huge group of teens. Which reminds me, there was a similar group on my outbound flight who had obviously just found out about "Knock, knock" jokes. We were sitting at the gate and up and down the row could be heard "Is a bell necessary on a bike?" Like a tide ebbing and flowing, "Is a bell necessary on a bike?"; eddying and swirling, "Is a bell necessary on a bike?" I was thoroughly fed up with it 
but the best of it all was they didn't understand it and asked their teacher who also couldn't explain it! 
Anyway, back to Vienna - some of the boys had a football, albeit a small one, and started a game of soccer.......... and a baby screamed!
We were bussed out to the plane and as luck (or good management) would have it, I was one of the first off the bus and on to the plane. Now, followers of honey lamb's sojourns around the world know that they always start with an Aer Lingus flight to somewhere simply because it is the easiest and best way to get out of my home airport of Cork. At this stage I am as familiar of the interior of an EI plane as I am of my own front room (and I'm probably in an EI plane more often than I am in the said room
) So I hopped up the steps, entered the plane and stopped dead! It was all different - no green leather seats, they were grey, and the cabin seemed larger. I remarked on it to the cabin crew who agreed with me. On examination I found that the seats were Recaro 
)The screaming baby was in the row behind me and two of the students ended up in 8 A&B full of excitement about their Irish trip. Fortunately all three fell asleep shortly after take-off and that was that. After that it became a bog standard flight arriving in DUB some 20 minutes early. The shuttle to the hotel wasn't due for another 15 minutes and I was too tired and too cold to wait so a taxi soon saw me ensconced in the Hilton Dublin Airport and the following day back home with my memories.
) ) and it's actually louder on the outside than inside. Well I had to go and try it, didn't I?
