Ryanair! - Or how to escape London under the cover of night.

So we went to Stansted airport to catch our 6:40 to Weeze, and upon arriving discovered that Stansted was already mostly filled with travelers from all walks of life, waiting to check in for their flights.

I believe that, judging by the condition most of these people were in, if a zombie invasion ever occurs, it will be traced back to Stansted airport. The place had a creepy house-of-the-dead feel to it at 2AM. By 5 most of us were up and moving though, trying to find our various ticket counters. Ryanair (which operates like, 17,000 ticket counters at Stansted) only allows check in for one flight per counter, so we had a heckuva time finding our line.

We weren't aided by the fact that we were looking for a line, and there wasn't one! No-one had queued up for our flight yet, so we wound up with boarding passes 2 and 3 respectively.

So that was convenient.

Cue entry of the world's cutest jet. A Boeing 737-800 refitted to look like an oversized Fisher-Price toy.

Adorable, but not exactly confidence inspiring.

Once on the ground (safely, with just enough bump to wake me from the coma the jet engines placed me in), we went through customs at Weeze airport.

I noticed with a smile that when my passport was stamped, the customs officer took the time to adjust the stamp by approximately 1 degree in order to make sure the stamp's edges aligned perfectly with all the other lines on the page.

Welcome to Germany!

So we're in Köln now, and about to try and find a hostel for the night.

Wish us luck, there's only one, and we think they're booked!