So here I am on vacation in beautiful Maui. Yay! I’m
enjoying seeing the sights and soaking up the sun. It’s been a long, cold
winter with plenty of challenges and I’m just glad to be here.
|The view from my front window in January.|
Unfortunately, getting here wasn’t so easy. I should have realized
the day would not go well when first thing at the Winnipeg airport, the
self-serve kiosk wouldn’t print our boarding passes and luggage tags. Instead
it said we had to see a ticket agent. Imagine my surprise when she told us the
reason we couldn’t check ourselves in was because my name, or a name similar to
mine, is on a no-fly list! What? Thankfully, the ticket agent made a phone call
and was able to straighten things out. We were on our way. Whew!
The flight to Maui was never going to be a direct one. We were
scheduled to go to Calgary, change planes, fly to Vancouver, change planes, and
then fly to Maui. The plane was about to land in Calgary (the pilot had even
announced he was beginning his descent) when I noticed that instead of going
down, the plane was beginning to gain altitude. After a long delay, the pilot
came on the intercom again to tell us that a snowstorm in Calgary, coupled with
a power outage at the Calgary airport, prevented us from landing there. We were
being diverted to Edmonton.
So we landed in Edmonton, and waited on the tarmac. The crew
was really great and came around with drinks and snacks, and told us everything
they knew, which wasn’t much. We just had to wait until the power was back on
in Calgary. It wasn’t safe to land in a snowstorm without help from air traffic
control. We waited about an hour there, until finally the pilot said we were
being refueled and de-iced and would soon be on our way. And eventually we
|Bird of Paradise flower|
The biggest concern for my husband and me was making our
connection to Vancouver and finally to Maui. But since none of the flights had
been able to leave Calgary, our flight was waiting for us when we got there. We
hustled to our gate and got onboard. Unfortunately, the backlog meant we had to
wait a long time till it was our turn to take off. As I watched the snow fall,
I worried that they would suddenly cancel our flight, deciding it was too
stormy. I breathed a sigh of relief when our plane finally lifted into the sky.
We safely got to Vancouver and it looked like our flight
would leave on time at 6:15 pm. At least it looked that way until there was a
sudden message on the board saying it wouldn’t leave until 7:15 pm. This whole
day had been about hurry up and wait. I decided there wasn’t anything I could
do about it so I might as well chill. I reached into my bag for my ereader and
– nothing. It wasn’t there! I panicked. I’d been reading on the previous
flight, and when we were told we had to power down all electronics, I guess I
stuck it into the pocket on the back of the seat and forgot it.
I was devastated, thinking it was lost forever. Fortunately,
my husband isn’t the panicky type. He talked to the guy at our gate, who
contacted his people, who found the ereader. That was the good news. The bad
news was that it was on the other side of customs, and we had to go back and
retrieve it ourselves, rather than have someone from the airlines bring it
over. My husband told me to wait with our stuff and he’d run back for it. I was
worried that our flight would be called before he got back, but I needn’t have
worried. He was back with my ereader in plenty of time. There were still more
delays. We didn’t leave Vancouver until 8 pm.
The flight into Maui from Vancouver took six hours. I’ve
never been able to sleep on a plane and this time wasn’t any different. So I
was beyond tired when we landed. Because we were so late, we were concerned
that the car rental place would be closed, but for the first time this day,
something went right. The car rental place was open. But first we had to get
our luggage. One of our suitcases dropped from the baggage carousel, and then
the thing abruptly stopped. Staff at the airport tried to fix it, but
apparently it was well and truly dead, because after another long delay, they
finally diverted the rest of the luggage from our flight to another baggage carousel.
Eventually, we found our stuff and dragged ourselves to the car rental place.
We managed to get our car without too much difficulty, but
we were still presented with the problem of having to drive to our resort, a
place we’d never been before, in complete darkness. The Ford Explorer we rented
has GPS, but as of this writing, we still haven’t figured out how to use the
stupid thing. We got some basic directions from the guy at the rental place and
we took off, hoping we were going in the right direction. We drove for nearly
an hour and were starting to get a little nervous. Had we taken a wrong turn
somewhere? When we finally saw the sign pointing to the resort, we were giddy
with relief. We felt even better when the lady at the resort called one of the
security guys to take us to our condo, because it was 3 in the morning, and
finding anything was beyond us at this point. With the time differences, we’d
been awake for 24 hours. After a quick perusal of our one bedroom condo, we
fell into bed, exhausted.
The next morning when we woke and looked outside in the
daylight, we were stunned to see the gorgeous view. When I read ‘partial ocean
view’ in the online description, I assumed it meant that if I squinted just so,
I might be able to see a tiny sliver of ocean from our condo. Instead we have a
glorious view. It made the whole hellish trip worthwhile!
Do you have a flight
from Hell story? I’d love to commiserate with you!