Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Aer Fingus

A rude awakening from my new mobile phone and an acrobatic jump into the shower performed as one continues rhythmic motion, executed with such perfection and elegance that I would have at least scored 9.9 at a synchronized swimming competition, followed up with a two and a half hour journey to Shannon airport. These where most probable the best part of my day, from this point onwards the journey would begin to examine if the warrior is the chosen one or just another "wanna-be". The techniques and methods used to scrutinize the warriors mental strength, patients, awareness and stamina where monitored and even in some cases participated by the employees of the Aer Lingus One World alliance. Listed below is the sequence of events:

Arrive at Shannon airport only to find out that the confirmation number I have is invalid and that the only booking they have under my name is from Chicago to LA and LA to London, but no sign of a Shannon connection. Also added on top of this is the fact that excluding the flights from and too Shannon the ticket price is 1740 Europeans, instead of the $721 that was confirmed by American Airlines. After an hour and half of conversations between Eric (boss in the states), Karen (lady at Aer Fingus desk) and American Airlines representative I got my tickets and was able to check-in at my nearest counter.

Flight was scheduled to leave at 13h00 but the got word from the crackling speaker in the waiting lounge that further information about this flight would be announced at 14h30, which meant that I might miss my connection flight.

Was informed at 14h30 that Chicago flight has been cancelled, the discovery of this imperative information was followed by a mad rush to get tickets re-routed through a different location. JFK was my new connecting airport, and finalization of this information caused contempt ness to take over, only to find out that we currently experiencing another delay due to the luggage needs to be moved from the one plane to the other.

Arrival at JFK was marked with the realization of my worst nightmare; my luggage was not on the plane but rather was checked in to BWI. So onward I go to the check in desk only to find out that the last flight to LA is 20h00 and it was already 7.30. Rushed through 3 different terminals to final arrived at the departure gate, where a very friendly American Airlines host helped me to get onboard of the airplane.

So here I am finally after 24 hours of struggle and travel arrived in LA, and thanks to my mom that drilled it into me to always pack clean socks and underwear, which are my most valuable possessions I own in the states currently.

Will keep you up to date with my progress and experiences.



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