Airline Adventures (or, Even Grown-ups Have Meltdowns)
Hello friends! I recently returned from a long trip to Cape Town, and I can’t wait to tell you all about it.You may recall that CT was one of the stops on my 2012 backpacking trip, so I was thrilled to have the opportunity to go back to one of my favorite travel destinations. I spent the last two weeks recovering and getting back into the swing of things. In terms of health and wellness, I jumped back into my workout routine, took advantage of the spring spa specials at my gym, and even tried one of these facial masks for the first time. Aside from looking like a deranged serial killer while using it, I give it two thumbs up!
On the social front, I made it a priority to catch up with as many friends as possible, so there were lots of happy hours, dinners, and fun nights out. Other than that, I binge-watched the entire season of House of Cards and Love on Netflix, and somehow still averaged 8 hours of sleep a night (a huge increase from my typical/sad 5-6). So yeah, that’s what’s up around here!
I still need to sort through my pictures so I can share more from the trip, but for this post, I’ll start at the end: the South African Airways flight from Joburg to Frankfurt. Oh boy. Let’s just say I knew things wouldn’t go well when a dozen technicians boarded the plane and began dismantling the ceiling of the business class cabin. All because 2 of the premium seats couldn’t recline. Don’t get me wrong; I’m sure those passengers paid a lot of money for those seats and deserved a refund or perhaps seats on another flight. But instead, SAA decided to hold up an entire plane full of people for several hours.
Despite the flight attendants’ and pilots’ repeated announcements that ground crew were aware of the delays and that our connecting flights would be held, it should come as absolutely no surprise that I missed my connecting flight – by minutes. Is there anything more annoying? We were greeted by an SA staffer with a clipboard of names and re-booked flight numbers. And silly me, I totally believed that everything was taken care of! What happened in reality was a wild goose-chase through several terminals and air-trains, wherein it became apparent that SAA didn’t actually book me a new flight, and refused to take ownership for their mistake, just like the partner airline I was booked on for the original connection; with no one willing to accept blame or issue me a new flight, I was being shuffled from one area to another to another.
For proof that even the well-traveled amongst us are thrown for a loop sometimes, I will fully admit that this was about the time that I had a mini-meltdown. I seriously wanted to give up and resign myself to a lifetime residency at the Frankfurt Airport. But instead of throwing a toddler-level tantrum in the middle of terminal as I felt like I doing, I instead did the reasonable thing (heh) and called my parents in the middle of the night. Bless their hearts for putting up with me, but during times of exhaustion and frustration, sometimes you just need to hear some reassurance that everything will be okay. And of course, it was, eventually. In the end, I actually had to go through passport control and officially enter Germany in order to visit a ticketing booth and procure a new ticket. How crazy is that? When all was said and done, the entire process took 2 ½ hours, during which time I traversed 4.8 miles according to my Jawbone. With a plane ticket in hand, I spent the rest of my layover in the swanky Lufthansa Senator Lounge downing chicken schnitzel and weibwein like a boss. Of course that was before I found out I was selected for special security screening (yayyy…). But the good news is that I am actually writing this from Chicago, and not the Frankfurt airport, so all’s well that ends well. I guess it just wouldn’t be a Kavi360 trip without a travel mishap or two!