Flying To The UK

So we went to Budapest Airport by taxi. The taxiguy asked us, if he should take the way through Budapest, or on the M0 Highway. We were a bit short on time, but not with the Highway route. But it costs much more. To tell you, he asked us, when should we be there, so he proposed to take the Highway. Okay, that was all right, but it should not have taken more then 30 minutes. The guy took us there in 50, which was our time limit. Well, that was not nice. We took Terminal 1, more commonly known as Ferihegy 1.
The Airport's interior is all right. The check in was definitely quick, though we did not get our seats next to each other. We chose a Jet2.com flight when booking. We had really little time to get to the boarding, to tell you, I could not really look around, but there was not much to look at. We went to the plane by bus, so we had a little bit of crowd. I think we had a small joke, that foreigners should really experience how Public Transportation looks like in Hungary, and the bus was quite like it. I mean it was damn crowded.
When we got on the plane, there were nice stewies. (Stewie is a nickname for Stewardess) They had a habit of closing the holders above my head. I really loved that blonde one...:) On the plane, we had to face, that we have a nice gypsy company. They were musicians going to the UK. They had really nice manners, like taking six seats together. When the Stewie wanted them to take their own seats, they tried to ignore her. Well, finally they took better position. The biggest one had quite a problem, with his stomach. He was looking numb on his seatbelt, how to fasten it.:)
We had a nice flight, it did not hit Andi hard, and it was OK by me. It was not too smooth, but not that dangerous at all. A businessman offered his seat to me, so We could sit next to each other. Our companion was an other British businessman, who regurarly comes to Hungary to see a dentist. He was coming here for a few years now, and he said, that he can spend some nice time, with good doctors attending to him and altogether (accomodation, food, dentist) it only costs the half, then it does in the UK.
We had a landing at Manchester Airport a bit earlier, than we expected, what was not a big problem, as we had to get to our train. The collection of luggages was easy, and we had a nice, straight way to the train station. Moving walkways made the trip even quicker. The train was a nice one, with the interior being clean and shiny. The ticket inspector was a very kind man, smiling on us, which made the impression much better. The train first went from Manchester Airport to Manchester Picadilly, which is the hub of train traffic.
There a lot of people, especially young people boarded the train, and we got quite a big attention, as our language was not processible by their minds. :) There was this girl, who was phoning all along the voyage, had a small skirt, and a red jacket. The whole stuff did not look nice. And she was definitely looking at me. I don't know what she saw in me, but it was strange. We took off at Huddersfield, where we took a taxi to Hazel's house.