So Apu (with all of his flight perks because he's such a well connected pilot), got us tickets to Cyprus...on standby. Well, technically, Apu and Pompom were approved for vacation, just not mama and I. 180 seats, and we counted as 182. Apu sort of freaked out because we had already paid for the hotel (and WizzAir refuses to refund standby tickets, FYI). Mama, on the other hand, found her zen and knew everything would be just fine. Apu decided to relax by playing the airport piano.
If anyone is familiar with WizzAir, you know it's a low cost carrier, and they literally heard you like cattle (or WWII prisoners) on a very cold/hot tarmac (depending on the weather in Budapest...or the middle of Russia). We got shockingly lucky. Apu says he's seen people standing outside for hours in the MIDDLE of winter.
But, as luck would have it, we made it on the flight.
And we just had breakfast on the beach. Not so bad!
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