Time to return home. In view of our experiences we felt we would treat ourselves to a little more luxury and have booked lunch at Vila Galé in Ponta Delgada and arrange for a taxi to take us to the hotel. Vila Galé was the attractive looking hotel close to the fort which we spotted earlier in the week.
It is very different to our earlier hotel and the swimming pool looks to have plenty of sunbeds! It has a jazz and soul bar and we manage to obtain a drink – the poor girl has to run down from the restaurant and we follow her back up there for our lunch.
We do see a small number of other guests in the hotel – mainly coming and going – but absolutely no-one around the pool (not a surprise as it has rained earlier) and perhaps more surprisingly there is no-one dining either! They are obviously expecting people at some point as they are putting out a huge number of plates and bowls around the buffet areas (although no food is seen). However we have an airport to reach.
I am not sure they were expecting much in the way of dining guests until much later (for around 10 minutes we could find no-one at all) and the food is obviously cooked fresh although perhaps not as good as I had hoped – however no worse than the last hotel.
Another taxi takes us to the adjacent airport where we find that the inbound flight from Heathrow is late – it was delayed leaving Heathrow because the Red Arrows were flying overhead for the King’s Birthday. Recovery on tight turnrounds is never possible and we end back at Heathrow about 35 minutes later than planned. On the outward journey we were surprised to find that we had to wind our watches back an hour as Ponta Delgada is that much further west than the UK. Except I am so used to winding my watch back on return flights from Europe by an hour – which I do on leaving on Ponta Delgada, so when we do a time check at Heathrow it is two hours later than it says on my watch. Completely confused.
At Heathrow T5 we are at the C gates and have a huge wait for a shuttle as only one appears to be running and yet despite not going smoothly through passport control our bags have not arrived (most of the fellow passengers have long gone) and it seems ages before Jackie’s case eventually materialises. Then upward to pod parking and homeward.









