Lanzagrotty Part 2

I've finally got round to putting the piccies up onto Picassa, so they're scrolling over in the slideshow for a bit but the permanent link to them is here.
Anyway, I think in my previous posting on the subject we'd got as far as taking off - no mean feat given my recent bad luck with flights! Anyway, we landed, and then the trouble started! It turns out that one of the reasons our flight was delayed was that the ATC people were having a problem with the system and therefore instead of being able to let planes take-off at a rate of about 1 a minute (at Gatwick) it was 1 every 7 minutes. You can imagine the delays that were building up - 6 or 7 hours, hence why we were merged with the XL rescue flight. Anyway, eventually that propblem sorted itself out, and therefore a load of delayed flights all took off around the same time (one minute apart!) in the evening. Of course, it being the tourist season, that meant that a load of flights all landed, late, at Arrecife airport, all at the same time. The baggage handlers just couldn't cope. Over an hour waiting for the bags.
Whilst we were walking up and down baggage reclaim, looking for the right carousel with our luggage on it, we could see out into the arrivals hall. There was a stressed-looking lady with 'ROSSI' printed on a card. I did the 'it's me' mime through the glass doors, and she looked relieved to have found us. I assumed it was the taxi we'd pre-booked.
When we got out to the arrivals, we met up with the lady whose name was Paula. She turned out to be not the taxi person but the JamesVillas rep. There was a problem with our villa (Villa Lapa) - roadworks outside the gate, and she was there to offer us a swap. Another nice villa we'd been looking at called LanzaVilla.
Going outside the airport we realised that there was a MASSIVE queue for taxis, yes even the pre-booked ones, due to all the late flights arriving at once, and so, Paula, bless her, crammed us all into her little Yaris, luggage an' all, and saved us over an hour's wait in the queue!
In the end, we decided to take them up on the new villa - in the pictures, the Villa Lapa looked nicer but actually LanzaVilla had a nicer pool and outside area - and the decor inside was just a little bit newer!
The rest of the holiday was quite uneventful - eating, drinking, laughing (alot!) and much relaxation was had.
On the way home, the only thing that hadn't happened in my recent travel traumas, finally occurred; I lost my luggage. It didn't arrive off the carousel at Gatwick. Not as traumatic as losing it on the way out - by this point it was 3am and we didn't care! Dropped Janey off home and we headed back up to Leeds arriving hime a few minutes before 7am, and we crashed out and went to sleep. At 1pm the doorbell rang and it was the luggage (not The Luggage!) delivered by a courrier. So really I never even noticed its absence! Thanks Monarch!