We were marched downstairs to a desk where we had to surrender our passports, which were put into individual envelopes and we were given a number. We then were sent round the corner to wait until everyone had handed their passports in. The passports were then taken round the corner, taken out of the envelopes and the first number was called out. There was stunned silence at the front of the masses as everyone asked themselves if they had just seen correctly. The vast majority could not see what was happening. If you have ever seen the doctor's surgery scene in the Catherine Tate where the doctor comes out and whispers the name he wants over and over until the gran takes over and bellows it out loud- it was the same here. This time it was not gran to the rescue but a group of Scots. An Indian woman beside me asked me why I was so calm but I told her that this was nothing compared to everything else that happened to us. After all- they were only trying to give us a game of bingo.

At one point there was more hilarity as one number was bawled out over and over again until the person doing the bawling realised it was his
Our numbers were one of the early ones and as we had no luggage to collect we were on the first coach to the hotel. The Hyatt Regency is actually a lovely hotel and we were really impressed with the room we were given- pity we had to get up at 1.15am though. We were showered and down for the buffet as passengers were still checking in. Nice buffet but BA were really mean as they provided absolutely no drinks apart from water. Even tea or a soft drink would have been nice.
We arrived back at the airport at 2am to find the baggage screeners were on a break till 2.30(

) The armed airport security guards got rather irate as the queue snaked out of the terminal building but not amount of persuasion on their part could get the screeners to cut short their break.
We carried on as before with BA and there was a further 2 hour delay which meant we had missed the next connection given to us by BA, which I had already had words with as we appeared to only have 45 mins to make the connection anyway. But they just would not budge. At this point i was fretting as I wondered just which flight we would be given next. When the plane touched down at Heathrow there was a cheer by everybody, then we sat and waited for a bridge to appear so we could get out.
We just managed to get a flight that was due to leave in 30 minutes. We then only boarded 45 mins after its departure time and sat on the plane for 2 hours as they then offloaded all the luggage as they had wrong cases on it. We arrived home to snow.
So- that is my airport report with a bit of Goa in the middle. Would I go again?
Yes definitely. However, next Easter, if OH can get a week, we would like to go to Cape Town. There are so many places we want to visit. I think I would like to leave Goa until we have a clear fortnight as we really want to visit more of India so Goa will be the R&R bit at the end.