Zante: 2 girls & 1 missed flight.

After my adventures in Ibiza I flew back home for a few days and it was time for holiday number two! ...I had booked my girlie holiday to Zante well before Ibiza, but after some peer pressure from friends going to Ibiza I eventually cracked and before i knew it, i had two holidays booked.

My friend Emma and I excitedly boarded the train for Heathrow, found our seats and cracked out the vino that she had purchased earlier in the day. It's a given that anything Emma and I do together involves drinking copious amounts of wine and giggling over the most ridiculous things. But, its hard to find a like minded girl these days who isn't pretentious or modelling themselves on someone from the likes of TOWIE. Emma is my party-girl, my tear-wiper, my best friend, and we couldn't wait to spend 10 days on the Greek island of Zante doing nothing but sunbathing, drinking and checking out the guys!

After what felt like the longest journey in the world, we eventually arrived, boarded the coach and was en route to the hotel. At this point, people begin to get anxious. Every hotel that the coach stops at creates a murmur of voices amongst the passengers, eagerly eyeing up the buildings and discussing which poor/lucky holiday-goer would be spending the duration of their stay at such a resort.

Of course, Emma and I were fully prepared to turn up at a complete shit hole of a hotel, and being the people we are, we would laugh at our misfortune. thankfully, to our surprise, the place didn't look so bad. It was only after a few nights of moving in that we realised we had booked our self into what can only be described as a South London flat block. Teenagers would lurk around the corridors at night, drinking, shouting and causing general chaos. Thankfully, we would party til the early hours and usually be so drunk we would pass out before we got to start shouting at them to pipe down.

As you can imagine from two girls abroad, we drank a lot, partied a lot, sunbathed, shopped and had plenty of laughs along the way. But we never expected our last night to be as messy as it was....

"It's our last night, the coach isn't picking us up until 5am, I say we go out tonight, get smashed and just get straight on the coach. We can sleep on the plane!"
Emma considered my suggestion for a minute and grinned, "It is our last night!"

It was settled. We got changed into our evening attire and headed on down to the main strip. We decided to stop at all the bars we liked along the way and make the most of the cocktails and shots offers.
Before long it was approaching 3am and we were loosing the ability to string a sentence together. Come 3.30am and having no cash left we decided it might be best to start the walk home.

As we walked along the beach and approached our hotel, i suggested perhaps it might be a good idea to sleep some of the booze off. It was 3.45am and our transfer wouldn't be here til 5. the hotel bar had closed and there were no bars nearby to amuse ourselves at. Although Emma had said it seemed like a bad idea, we set the alarm and clambered into bed.

"SHIT!! Charlotte!! WAKE UP!! How did this happen!!"

I hastily opened one eye and saw Emma stood in the middle of the room, swaying drunkenly with her phone out in front of her. "Look at the time Charlotte!! Its TEN PAST EIGHT!!!"

I sat up, ignoring the spinning of the room and started laughing... Emma looked at me as if I was a lunatic. I caught my breath and chuckled "Our plane is taking off right now"

My laughing was echoed by Emma's as she collapsed down next to me. within a few minutes realisation began to set in. Still completely off our faces on vodka, we made our exit of the hotel and headed towards the airport (this being after a leisurely breakfast of course)

After being told various different things by the airport, from "There's no flights until Thursday" to "you'll have to come back tonight and go on standby" We eventually managed to bag ourselves a flight. To Birmingham.

Needless to say, it was a pretty long trip home, not to mention a little pricey. But 12 hours later than planned, after plane and train journey we finally stepped foot back onto Bournemouth turf and smiled to each other.

After all, everyone will make mistakes, but a best friend will make them with you.