I won’t lie. Travel is stressful at the moment. When I was offered the chance to take one of the first flights to the now green list Grenada, I jumped at it. Who wouldn’t want their first holiday abroad in two years? “The Caribbean in July?” said a couple of people snottily. “It’s really not the time to go.”
But with ever-changing advice and fully jabbed up, my view was this may be the only time to go.
Sorting out the tests before the flight was a little anxious making. As was the thought of a long-haul flight. It’s been so long, and despite having passed an easyJet Fear of Flying course (which involved two strange days at Stansted Airport, and for which I have the certificate, thank you very much), I still felt a bit nervous.
A bacon butty in the lounge and a glass of champagne on the plane sorted me out, and I was soon fizzing with the excitement of getting away. When the plane stopped in Barbados, though, it was raining and as dreich as Manchester, so it was with great relief that we stepped into gorgeous warmth at Grenada’s Maurice Bishop Airport. There was a lot of checking of paperwork and we were swabbed eye-wateringly high up our noses – but since there have only been 164 cases of Covid on this small island during the whole pandemic, why shouldn’t they be this careful?