Another day, another flight, another horrible, never-ending frustration. For the past two days everything could go wrong with air travel, did.
Flight from Heathrow to JFK: initial delay because Heathrow did not have enough flight attendants available, then two passengers were kicked off the plane because they were deemed too drunk to fly, then another hour delay because British Airways had go through all the loaded luggage to return the bags of the drunk guys. Random search. Lost another hour because weather conditions made us take a longer route. At JFK: huge line at passport controls, then the luggage carousel jams, another hour there, then huge line at customs.
Flight from JFK to San Diego: Initial delay because the plane arrived late. This we had to wait for half an hour because international flights got priority for the runways. Eventually we started to taxi and were 20th in line for takeoff. The planes get out of JFK roughly every minute, so I thought we’d be in air in no time. Not quite. While we were waiting, the weather conditions due West got so bad that air control stopped letting out planes headed in that direction. It took another hour for the pilot to file a new flight plan. Eventually we headed out south, going by Atlanta and then turning west on our way to San Diego. It’d be faster to drive already.
I was going to write about the emotional departure from Oxford. And I’ll do that in a next few days. I had to capture my frustrations while I had them in me. Right now I’m writing from a BALLER apartment in San Diego. It’s a one bedroom place, and I have a roommate but the place is huge even for both of us. I stepped out on the balcony, size of my room at home and I saw a swimming pool and a gym. It’s going to be a good summer. I’ll enjoy staying in the same city for a while. Work starts tomorrow.
