Travel narrows the mind wonderfully
Wow, an LJ post. Work has sent me to Québec City, and here I have arrived. My luggage remains in boody Heathrow, however. The trip out was, on the whole, a farce. We arrived at the airport only for my travelling companion to realise that he had left all his plastic money at home, with no time to go back and get it. Cue a mad plan to get a colleague to come to the airport and get his keys to then pick it up and send it over with our boss, coming later. That done, our flight was then delayed for two hours. Oh, and BA couldn't check us in for our connection, but could check our baggage through.
Upon *eventually* arriving in Heathrow, we rushed to the Air Canada desk just as our flight rose into the sky. The extremely helpful gentleman at the desk did get us onto another flight, at least, and one which was actually slightly better for our connections, in fact. Cue a wait, a flight (delayed by an hour), and arriving in Toronto to wait by a carousel for far too long, conscious that our stop-over time had been rather eaten into, and then a long chat with yet another Air Canada chappy about our luggage. This took still more time, during which our flight started boarding.
We ran. We ran and reached yet another bloody security checkin which ground to a halt as there was only one lane operating and of the two people ahead of us, one was arguing that the half-blender with explosed blades was perfectly acceptable to take onto the flight and the other was insisting the the bottles of cologne in his hand luggage weren't actually liquid. Naturally, our gate was at the far end of the concourse. As the last call echo'd, we got through and, beltless and with utied shoelaces, ran again and further. We did make it, but I can't imagine we were popular with the rest of the passengers.
We eventually arrived in Québec City, and the bloke there was very friendly and helpful about making sure our bags reach the hotel when eventually they arrive. In general, in fact, the Air Canada staff were great. Unlike the Air Canada inflight food and coffee, alas, but you can't have everything.
We're here, the hotel has a salt-water swimming pool (why the hell salt-water?) and WiFi and the bed 0is comfortable. Expect more to follow, reviewing the films I watched en route (Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, 9,The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey and Last Action Hero. (Fun, Beautiful, Shite and Fun, in order.)
Upon *eventually* arriving in Heathrow, we rushed to the Air Canada desk just as our flight rose into the sky. The extremely helpful gentleman at the desk did get us onto another flight, at least, and one which was actually slightly better for our connections, in fact. Cue a wait, a flight (delayed by an hour), and arriving in Toronto to wait by a carousel for far too long, conscious that our stop-over time had been rather eaten into, and then a long chat with yet another Air Canada chappy about our luggage. This took still more time, during which our flight started boarding.
We ran. We ran and reached yet another bloody security checkin which ground to a halt as there was only one lane operating and of the two people ahead of us, one was arguing that the half-blender with explosed blades was perfectly acceptable to take onto the flight and the other was insisting the the bottles of cologne in his hand luggage weren't actually liquid. Naturally, our gate was at the far end of the concourse. As the last call echo'd, we got through and, beltless and with utied shoelaces, ran again and further. We did make it, but I can't imagine we were popular with the rest of the passengers.
We eventually arrived in Québec City, and the bloke there was very friendly and helpful about making sure our bags reach the hotel when eventually they arrive. In general, in fact, the Air Canada staff were great. Unlike the Air Canada inflight food and coffee, alas, but you can't have everything.
We're here, the hotel has a salt-water swimming pool (why the hell salt-water?) and WiFi and the bed 0is comfortable. Expect more to follow, reviewing the films I watched en route (Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, 9,The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey and Last Action Hero. (Fun, Beautiful, Shite and Fun, in order.)