My head sank this morning. I awoke and immediately formed the intention of booking the £168 flight to Moscow I’d seen a couple of weeks back. Click click click. Tap tap tap. £223. “Noooo!”. I tried every flight scraper out there and was continually bombarded with that figure. Two two three. Two two three. It haunts me to this minute.
But fear not fellow fans of The Trail, as “Son of Maureen” I had another trick up my sleeve; I phoned the White Knights at STA and coyly requested their best fare. My tip on this is to always smile when you’re on the phone, I know they can’t see you but it comes across, believe me. So I smiled at ‘Nick the Knight’ and he regaled me with tales of being treated like a film star while in China. One seven seven. ONE seven seven. £177!? You beauty! I snapped his hand off and did a little jig in my living room while booking the ticket. Continue reading ‘Just the ticket’
