John had been told to pack for Turkey time and was therefore filling the 2 minibuses with sage and onion stuffing and chipolatas. At first it had been assumed that the students would be travelling to the airport in the buses, but the new policy on cycling for life had decreed that they should get on their bikes to get to Gatwick. So with Emma at the head and Chris M bringing up the rear the school had set off 'en crocodile' up the A23. Luckily they had the SAS escort with them and Alison, having selflessly agreed to look after them all, had gone along as well with her tea flask in the basket on the front of her bike.
Back at school the remaining staff were having a well-deserved cocktail prior to setting off incognito to the airport. For security reasons it had been decided that it would be to dangerous for the teachers to be seen with all the students, so after consultation they'd been instructed to go in disguise, as a hen party. Mrs C had reminded them that method acting was the key to a good performance and had ordered a private bar - with barman to ensure they could keep up the act. The stretch limos were a great touch and with barely a tear in their eye at the thought of having to leave the lovely PH building they all piled in and drove off.
Rachel and Natalie - being the experts in all things geographical - pored over the maps of Kalkan bay that they had brought with them. Aided by Nigel they worked out how they could lie unnoticed on a beach but still, between them have a clear view of whatever may be going on around them.
Louise C passed round a few more cocktails, ensuring everyone was aware of the possible effects of exceeding the safe limit of alcohol. She patiently explained to Gayle and Louise W that things weren't always what they seemed. Orange drinks weren't orange squash necessarily, clear drinks weren't always water and Jack Daniels was not a little dog. But the ladies just had to be sure. Curiosity is such a wonderful thing and leads to so many new experiences!
Thus it was that the Gatwick pepperami watchers had two unique photo opportunities that September afternoon. The loud mouthed, badly behaved ones were herded onto their private plane, whilst the students settled themselves down for a four hour flight on their Easy Jet carrier - with pay to use loos and free sickbags!
But, all the while the clock was ticking. The missing equilibrium was still somewhere in a Turkish bay and the temperature was rising for all those people travelling to Kalkan from Gatwick. Could PH save the day? Would they let PH into the country? What on earth will happen next????
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