Onward to France

Today the journey to our ski adventure begins. (Only after having eaten the sausages and other goodies that we bought from the market yesterday)

With our bellies full of fatty sausages (and some extras in our bags) we set off for London Luton airport with more than 2 hours spare time even after giving more than an hour for travel time. But yes, you guessed it. We met some lovely british traffic. It was so slow people were getting out to get refreshments from the boot of their cars. After spending almost the entire 2 hours allocated in the jam and posutlating about what it could be, it magically cleared... traffic (like women) will always confuse me. We ran like mad men/women through the airport and actually managed to get onto the plane on time.