Viva Las BAcon! EI276 Dublin Airport to Birmingham Airport
- Viva Las BACon! The second spin of the roulette wheel
- Heading to Birmingham Airport, EI277 Birmingham Airport – Dublin Airport
- HOTEL: Bewleys Hotel, Dublin Airport
- The DAA Lounge, Dublin Airport
- BA831 Dublin Airport – London Heathrow Terminal 1
- An Easy Heathrow Transit and the British Airways Galleries First Lounge
- BA295 London Heathrow Terminal 5 to Chicago O’Hare International
- Tick Tock, Tick Tock – an express connection in Chicago
- AA55 Chicago O’Hare International T3 to Las Vegas McCarran International
- HOTEL: MGM Grand
- HOTEL: Mandalay Bay and BAcon
- One Time Exception: The High Roller
- HOTEL: Luxor
- One Time Exception: A Nighttime walk down an every changing strip
- Back to McCarran Airport, The American Express Centurion Lounge
- AA1239 Las Vegas McCarran International – Dallas Fort Worth
- A quick rush across Dallas Fort Worth
- AA78 Dallas Fort Worth – London Heathrow Terminal 3
- Transit again, The British Airways Terminal 1 Domestic Lounge
- BA831 London Heathrow Terminal 1 – Dublin Airport
- Irish Transit, The Aer Lingus Gold Circle Lounge
- EI276 Dublin Airport to Birmingham Airport
- Another lovely slice of BAcon
Boarding the Aer Lingus flight, I noticed one thing off the bat: It was going to be a very busy flight, with nearly every seat taken. I managed to dump my stuff in a bin and grab my seat.
Touch tight for the 45 minute ride home, but I’ve had worse.
Cabin during boarding.
As I had boarded near the end of the process, the actual time to wait was minimal. Still enough time to do a bit of airplane watching out of the window
Soon enough, our turn came, and it was time to push back. The safety demonstration was carried out, and the plane begun the short taxi over the runway for the final take off of this trip:
Our plane took off into the sky, and over Irish land before turning for the Irish Sea.
The crew were quick off the bat, with drinks service beginning. With this an evening commuter flight, the crew were doing a good set of takings that evening
Outside, the colours of the day were changing, with day turning into evening.
The cabin itself was well maintaind, with the crew being equally well maintained and friendly.
This plane even has fancy toilet indicator signs.
The sun was descending over the sky as we crossed into the United Kingdom, crossing over Liverpool again, and down towards Birmingham
In the cabin, the light was dimming too – a sign that we were slowing down for home.
The cabin was buckled down, as the plane lowered and begun breaking the cloud layer
As the plane lined up for the singular lump of tarmac at Birmingham Airport, the undercarriage lowered – indicating the three minutes before arrival.
The plane made a nice thump on the ground and soon we were rolling down the runway, touching down again in the United Kingdom.
With a taxi back through most of the runway, and back to the same gate where I departed six days earlier – a rather nice dovetail to the trip.
At the gate… buses awaiting.
The mass rush to get off.
Overall: A much more outgoing crew – as well as a very busy flight between Dublin and Birmingham. The service delivered was again consistent and friendly – what I expect of Aer Lingus, and what they delivered in bucket.
With our plane arriving at an “International Gate”, our plane was met by two buses to carry a full A32o to UK and Ireland Arrivals. Although, two buses isn’t enough. It was a bit… tight… to say the least.
There’s never enough buses…
I still love the smell of Jet1A in the evening…
However, the journey over the tarmac was a quick one, and soon we were deposited at arrivals.
The doors opened, and it was a mass rush into the terminal building.
Rush rush rush!
As the was a Ireland to UK flight, there was no reception required by customs, so it was straight into the luggage hall. We were directed to belt number 6, where this lovely sigh awaited:
Pardon me… 45 minutes max delivery time for an A320? And what’s that A300/A310 doing on here?
Thankfully, it wasn’t 45 minutes to last bag – more like 15 minutes before my little purple suitcase spat out of the belt. With that it was time to retrace my route back to Chez Economy Class and Beyond, through the airport, onto the little train, a cheapish ticket back to the city centre and time to catch up with the world
As the local train for local people was quiet, I started getting the stuff I needed next ready – namely some cash for a taxi and my keys.
Arriving into New Street it was a case of navigating the end trails of the rush hour, and through the taxi rank for an easy ride back to the flat.
That, and my bus pass had expired, so no buses for me.
A short ride in a Black cab (because Birmingham doesn’t have Uber…) and I was nearing home.
A bit of driver education and other fiver down I was outside my block of flat, where the little Aygo of Doom was waiting for me.
As well as something more important: The front door and my flat.
Next: Another lovely slice of BAcon.
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