It´s a long way to Bogota

Just when I thought I´d managed to get an international flight out of the UK without having to go to Heathrow, Lufthansa´s flight attendants went on strike so my flight was cancelled and had to go to Heathrow anyway, bother. The first thing I knew about this was whilst waiting in the check-in queue, a Lufthansa check in assitant was going down the line saying ´as you know, the flights been cancelled, hmmm´.
She asked where I was going and gave a sort of grimace when I said I was going to Bogota. Each person required about 10 minutes to be sorted out as everyone had to be rerouted with other airlines, most people were just going to Europe, but me and one other family were heading to Bogota. When it was finally my turn, the poor check in guy was quite stressed as he was having to deal with a useless person on the end of the phone, I then had to get the National Express coach to Heathrow anyway ASAP and fly to Milan and then Bogota with two airlines I had never heard of. I´m pretty sure one was on the ´avoid´ list of Spanish carriers I´d researched. Still I did get a £4 ´dinner´!?´voucher, wow! I very much doubted I´d have time to use that, I had 3 hours to get to Heathrow and it rush hour on a week day, on the M25. People in the UK will know what that can mean, but some miracle the coach did get to Terminal 5 in time and I was checked in and through security in 10 minutes, which must be a record. Further joy and happiness I was able to use my £4 voucher, so I bought a Boots meal deal. T5 dispite being the new terminal at Heathrow is just as crowded and cramped as all the other terminals.
My new Milan* flight was then delayed half an hour or so and then further delayed before landing because of Spaniards playing tiddlywinks or something, the next flight was also delayed a further 30 mins or so before finally getting on a plane that was to take me to Bogota, of course everyone was Spanish, and the only menu item I could understand was chicken and rice, which was exactly what I didn´t want but took it out of ease.
I got to Bogota 2 hours later than intinally planned, got a taxi which went up a number of streets backwards before finally reaching La Pinta, my accomodation, which was I was most relieved to see, a nice place.

*The best bit about this whole thing was the airport internal bus ride from the first flight into Milan to the next departures area, it went underneath the whole airport which was rather unusal, the sort of place Mr Bond might have a high speed chase in.