the last cheese pie ...

And so our short break comes to an end. Everything had gone quite smoothly until we hit the large shed airport just outside town. With two hours to check in we'd foolishly thought we'd have time to grab a bite to eat.

The check-in was hampered by there being only one policeman in the terminus (we learnt that the other one was on his lunch or had been called away to resolve a traffic incident) and it was he who needed to operate the x-ray machine that all the hold luggage passed through. Finally we got our dirty washing x-rayed and then joined the queue for the security x-ray machine for our cabin bags, belts, wallets, keys etc.

It was all down to the same policeman.

Eventually we got through the security screening as our gate number was being called. Trotting past the only eatery we spotted the last remaining cheese pie that we didn't have time to buy.