I am not a pleasant person to fly with. Not only do I find the whole airport experience ‘rather unpleasant’, I am also convinced that every plane I board will crash into a mountain, or the sea, or be hijacked, or explode (etc etc etc). Nothing, however, can prepare you for the sheer untold trauma of flying Wizz Air, from Luton Airport, having been awake since 4am. Once you accept, however, that there is no cheaper way to get from the UK to the Balkans (return fare for £75 each) it becomes slightly more palatable. We landed at Skopje Alexander the Great airport, making the Republic of Macedonia (or, to be compliant with UK Foreign Policy, the Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia) our first country.
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