Transfers were a nightmare for everybody yesterday. The taxi drivers were on strike, so those doing private transfers were facing a lot of problems.
The traffic was appalling right across the island, apparently. The bus was half an hour late picking us up, and then waited for another twenty minutes outside Arillas for two people from St George's. This stationary coach with the engine running made at least one woman sick, and Gillie turned from brown to green. The traffic around Corfu Town was near grid-locked, and by the time we reached the airport the flight had started boarding. So it was straight through security (where they insisted on separately x-raying the Kindles, which they didn't at Doncaster), quick pee after nearly two hours on the bus, and literally last onto the plane. At least that avoided hanging about in the departure lounge. Plane took off exactly on time, and got back early.
The one comfort, as I pointed out to several people, was that there were twenty people on the bus going to Doncaster, and the plane would have to have been held for that many. So this was a circumstance when being on a Thomson bus to a Thomson flight was a better option than being stuck out in limbo with no taxi on a DIY trip.