The hysterical passengers at Larnaca airport were screaming and crying uncontrollably. ‘There’s a Wizz Air flight to Luton tomorrow!’ shouted one girl next to me, looking fit to pop out of her pink skin. ‘What?’ I said, appalled. I don’t know much, but I do know I never want to get a Wizz Air flight to Luton, unless in a full-blown wartime evacuation, and this wasn’t that. When I tried to scan my boarding pass and it said ‘Flight cancelled’, I j…
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