Many years ago a client and I had a challenge to each read Hawaii by James Michener before a trip to Maui. The description of the ship voyage from Boston around the tip of South America to Maui and the space that passengers were allotted made me vow to never complain about air travel. So the following is not complaining, just a detailing of our adventure.
We left the house at 5:15 a.m. so that we would be at the airport 3 hours ahead. All the industry talk for the last couple of months has been about how long the security lines at MSP have been due to re-vamping of the system. Well, I’m here to tell you that they are now re-vamped and 3 hours is about 2 hours too long. Thank goodness for solitaire on my laptop and Candy Crush on YA’s phone.
Discount ticketing meant we had 3 flights and I was on edge a little about flights departing late. Luckily our first flight went off without a hitch. When we got to Dallas our connecting gate was the farthest gate from our arrival gate. We had carry-on luggage so it was a long haul. But that flight was on time as well. So far so good.
Then we got to Miami, where things started to get interesting. Again our two gates were really far apart (no moving sidewalks in Miami). Then a few minutes before boarding came the announcement about maintenance. Then came the announcement that they were taking our plane out of service and were looking for a new plane. Then came the announcement that they found a plane but it was at a different gate – the one we had originally arrived at earlier in the afternoon – on the other side of the airport! Carry-on luggage was getting really heavy at this point.
The thing that kept us going was that this was our last flight of the day so we didn’t have to worry about missing a connecting flight. It was a bumpy ride and about 2/3 through the flight, a woman got sick and they asked for medical assistance. YA thinks the woman was having a panic attack – they brought on a paramedic when we arrived, but didn’t ask us to stay seated while she was taken off the plane (yes, I’ve had that happen).
We landed in Aruba at 10:15 p.m. making a 17-hour travel day. But compared to 6 weeks in a cramped, damp space on a rocking ship – NO PROBLEM!
Tell me one of your travel adventure stories!