We were so ECSTATIC when we finally got my Passport back with the corrected Visa in it. We thought the worst had passed. That nothing else could really go horribly wrong.
Well, we were wrong…
At present traveling is made to seem so glamorous. It is not! The one thing I did learn from researching and watching YouTube videos about traveling, to get myself prepared, was BE FLEXIBLE. The one and only travel advice that came in handy.
We set out for our journey at 6:30am Cape Town time. At that point we were mentally prepared to travel 35 hours max. 30 hours on airplanes and a 5 hour car ride to Wilmington from Washington DC.
Well… That is NOT how it turned out.
Our first flight from CPT to JHB (Johannesburg) was delayed by an hour. Which wasn’t all that bad since our original itinerary had a four hour layover in JHB before our flight to Dubai. We thought that delay was cutting it fine since we had to go through customs but that we would make it to our next boarding call with some time to spare.
Little did we know at the time…
Our plane was grounded due to technical difficulty. Which meant we had to wait for the next flight out which would get us to JHB a mere one hour before our next flight. BUT… We would make it.
Or would we?!
Once we had finally gotten on to our flight to JHB we did not move for a further 30minutes! WITH NO AIR CONDITIONING!! On one of the hottest days Cape Town has experienced in a while, with approximately a hundred and something other frustrated, sweaty people.
Boy, where we off to a GREAT start!
(That was sarcasm, just incase you didn’t pick it up.)
So … We were off. Not knowing whether or not we would make our connecting flight. Which, by the way, British Airways guaranteed we would. So we were not too disheartened. We just prepared our minds of the race we had to run to get to our connecting flight just before it left.
We landed in JHB and RAN! With four “hand luggage” bags, each pack to the brim, heavy as can be.
Once we made it to our boarding gate, 25 minutes before it was set to leave, we were told we had been off-loaded. YUP!
So our travel journey began. I will try to cut it short from here. I promise.
After chatting or “frustrated-raised-voice-arguing” with a few people we were booked onto the next flight to Dubai and our entire itinerary was re-booked (YIPEEE!), we then set off to find our luggage (my whole life in four huge bags) because for all we knew they could have been headed to Dubai without us. I was a little worried, okay… A LOT. If our bags were in JHB it would be the worst airport for them to be stranded in. For those that don’t know, Johannesburg International Airport is notoriously know for ruffling through luggage and items from luggage having gone mysteriously missing (someone should set Scooby-doo and his crew on that!).
Anyway, we spoke to a man named Sam who assured us our luggage was in the basement of the airport and that he would personally make sure they were transferred to our new flight itinerary. We chose to trust him and leave it in his hands. Luckily, when we got to Washington our bags greeted us there! YAY for Uncle Sam!
Honestly, the rest of the twenty-five our journey was a heap of fun and new adventures and discoveries.
Despite all that went wrong we had a blast because we knew that Dad had our backs and bags. Lol.