Just back from a fantastic few days in manic, magic Madrid. I feel like I've been hit over the the head with a big stick marked "Full-on Spanish experience". It may take a few days to come back down to earth. Speaking of coming down to land, the holiday was spoilt but only briefly, with a 7 hour delay in Madrid airport before British Airways cancelled our flight. We were given little information other than to follow the man in the red coat to a bus that would lead to a hotel for the night. And so, a horde of hungry, tired travellers followed the man in the red coat, like a stampede of bulls chasing a red flag. Some of the stampede waved irate copies of the Daily Mail at the BA matador, throwing down insults and complaints, but he brushed them aside. We followed the flock onto the bus and were driven to a 4* hotel at BA's expense (and this at a time when the company reckon they can't afford to pay their staff a living wage). Shame on you, Willie Walsh. It was late...
