Hey guys,
So...as you know if you've been following me on facebook, twitter, instagram, or here on my blog I flew back to Bahrain on the 25th, or ...well, I was suppose too..Turns out the world had other plans ha. So, on the 25th my bestie Sanci drove me to the airport and I took off for Boston, all went well. The flight was quick and we had no issues.. Then, in Boston I had like a three or four layover and I walked around, bought some food and snacks for the flight to London and then waited...and waited...to board..
We were delayed a half hour because our plane was insanely hott, so finally we started to board. Everyone is annoyed and really hott because the plane still felt like a heater. Whatever, we get to our seats and I start talking to this super nice lady about pregnancy and kids and the Rolling Stones...then I call my mom, like I always do right before we take off and there is an announcement; we have to get back off the plane because there's been an accident on the runway.
I thought it was a joke, but nope, no jokes here on British Airways. . instead an entire international flight full of hott irritated people de-board the plane. Once off, we hear that we are delayed until further notice. It turns out the driver of the luggage cart accidently ran over a piece of chalk on the runway and was ejected from the car, as he flew off the car continue driving forward and proceeded to crash into our plane, ripping a hole in the bottom on the aircraft.
OH JOY.
Fire trucks, ambulances, etc were called to the scene and we then find out that the flight, thee entire flight is cancelled. DUNZO. No flights to London for the next 3 days. Let me tell you, I have never seen more people pissed off and flipping shit than in that terminal the moment it was announced. I literally felt like I was on that airport tv show where everyone's mad and bitching. Immediently, I called my mom and tried not to start bawling. I told her what was going on and then started texting and messaging Dillon. I was freaking out thinking I'd be stuck in the airport for 3 days until I calmed down and realized I didn't HAVE to go to London. I just needed to get to Bahrain. Hell, I'd fly to pretty much anywhere as long as I ended up in Bahrain with my boyfran damnit.
Long story short...after finding out that I could get on a flight the next night going to Amsterdam then on to Bahrain, I was still pissed off but relieved...scared that I had to sleep in the airport I got ahold of Dillon and started bawling to him, like had a major breakdown on the phone in the middle of the airport. It was a joyous occassion. He had never seen me cry, let alone hear me so it was a lot of fun for him as well . (Note my sarcasm.) At first we were told BA wasn't covering hotel costs or cab rides so I thought I was fucked...then I had an idea that maybe Dil could just book a room via the phone, so I headed back to the BA desk...
THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL !!
Turns out BA decided to cover hotel costs and reimburse for the cab ride 45 minutes away since all surrounding hotels were booked (HA.) I could finally breathe. I caught a cab with a super nice dude from Manchester and we made it to our hotel ..finally...Found out BA was covering dinner and breakfast costs as well so once I unpacked and talked to my mom and Dil, I ordered a delightful chicken quesadilla and chowed down. I was one pregnant, tired, hungry girl and it tasted delicious.
I climbed into bed and fell asleep...finally relaxed.
The next morning I woke up, ordered some scrumptious blueburry yogurt pancakes and oj and then packed up my things and got ready to check out..I had everything together and decided to wait in the lobby for a few hours until it was closer to my flight time...
No trip would be complete with another stresser....
30 minutes go by as I'm sitting in the lobby online chatting away to Dil, telling him I'm finally relaxed and feeling better, when all of a sudden I notice that my suitcase, MY GIANT RED SUITCASE is nowhere to be found...I've got my carry on backpack, my laptop case, and laptop...but no suitcase. PANIC SETS IN. I frantically run to the front desk and ask them if I left it up there when I checked out, can they check the cameras...they have none..none!? It's a freaking hotel how do you not have cameras in the lobby? The woman at the desk walks me back to my room to check and see if I happened to leave it there, I'm praying desperately the entire walk while letting her know I'm pregnant and from the BA flights and I've had one hell of a trip thus far..
We make it to my room and BAM, thank you JESUS, there it is, my beautiful red suitcase.
UGH. I can breathe yet again....Good Lord, how much can one person take, I ask myself as we walk back to the lobby. She gets me a bottle of water and I sit back down and try to re-relax for the next couple of hours.
Fast forward a few hours and I got on my flight to Amsterdam, then Abu Dabi and finally landed in Bahrain..All is well and I'm back with my babylove :)
So, in the end it all worked out, but it was definitely thee longest long trip of my life. Ha.
xoxo
V
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