Blurbs: WKNDers’ summer season journey horror tales

I’m used to Individuals nagging and pushing me at JFK airport, however I used to be hopeful on my flight to Miami this yr. I used to be with certainly one of my closest buddies and felt like nothing might drag me down. Additionally, I used to be touring with my $500+ electrical guitar and regarded like an absolute badass no one ought to mess with. 

All was going nicely once I was settled within the row my good friend, an previous girl, and I shared. My guitar was stowed, like directed by the flight attendant, within the baggage area above my row. 

However, my peace was disrupted when a Miamian Karen towered over me — whereas sitting at 5’2” — making an attempt to place her laborious case baggage on high of my guitar. Once I requested her kindly what the hell she was doing, she responded by saying her seat was 10 rows behind however had no overhead cabin area. She advised me to maneuver my guitar as a result of it’s too huge. Once I refused, she began yelling at me in Spanish. The previous girl subsequent to me was astonished. The good friend I used to be touring with, a Colombian, began yelling at her again.

There was an area within the overhead bin one row in entrance that was the proper dimension for her suitcase. When a person sitting close to us pointed that out, Miamian Karen stated “see” and pushed me to place my guitar within the area clearly too small to suit it. Once I refused, she began making an attempt to maneuver my guitar herself.


My row and I known as the flight attendant, and the attendant instantly closed the cabin my guitar was in and advised her to maneuver her stuff elsewhere. 

Hope she had a pleasant flight.

–Eda Aker

I’d make the very best of it, I advised myself. Flying dwelling from finding out overseas in Good, France, the most cost effective flight choice noticed me hopscotching throughout Europe and the continental United States. “Dwelling” was a four-day odyssey: six hours of trains, an evening at an airport lodge, a transatlantic flight, one other keep in an airport lodge, one other flight to Minneapolis, an evening with my uncle and at last a shuttle to Rochester, Minnesota. There I used to be to spend three weeks with my grandmother, mother, prolonged household and boyfriend, a long-awaited trip after a busy semester and a rewarding however exhausting foray into the French hospital system. 

My dad had booked my flights fearing I wouldn’t have time to make it off the aircraft from Milan and thru customs onto the day by day 9:40 p.m. JetBlue flight from New York to Minneapolis. “Anabel, I understand how these airports work,” he’d inform me — which he does, having lengthy been a transatlantic business pilot himself. He even went as far as to verify the arrival historical past for the Emirates flight I used to be on — “persistently late.”

He had emailed me my itinerary months prematurely, and I hadn’t bothered to verify precisely the place I used to be staying. He’s often sensible about this stuff, being so savvy that I hardly ever thought twice about how I’d get the place I used to be going. However once I plugged the handle into Uber, an hour and a half lengthy drive popped up, adopted by a fare 4 occasions what I had been anticipating. My dad booked me a LaGuardia Airport lodge, and I had landed at John F. Kennedy Airport. Usually, I might cope with one thing like this, besides this was additionally the second my father selected to tell me that my beloved canine — Tippy, the Lhasa Apso my dad and mom had gotten me in first grade and who’s, by all accounts, my greatest good friend — had gone to the vet in borderline kidney failure. After sobbing for all the 90-minute drive, every part turned morbidly worse once I found my lodge room ignored a cemetery – and never simply any cemetery, fairly an enormous swath of land the place a minimum of 210,000 persons are buried. God, I believed, am I going to have to select a tombstone for Tippy? 

I don’t perceive how I maintain getting myself into these journey fiascos —although a minimum of this was delicate, by my requirements, nevertheless it all labored out in the long run. My canine, being the cussed creature she is, pulled by way of, I made it to Minnesota and I discovered to double verify every part — even my dad, the skilled traveler.

–Anabel Moore

Till you might have been compelled, by tyrannical airline weight restrictions, to switch the contents of your baggage from one suitcase to a different on the uncooked and gritty airport ground whereas two Air Canada employees watch with glee, till you by chance drop that one pair of underwear that you need to have thrown away three years in the past however someway by no means did and now each traveler strolling previous you on the ground now is aware of this about you, till you undergo the indignity of getting your private journal confiscated and browse by an overzealous TSA agent on the presumption that it was a bomb, till you might have achieved all of this, you might have by no means recognized disgrace. 

–Hannah Mark

My journey to Greece was riddled with cancellations and delays and missed connections, starting with my canceled flight out of Nashville the night time earlier than. The airline did rebook me pretty rapidly to a layover flight by way of D.C. However whereas I used to be chilling at my empty gate in Dulles, they introduced that my flight to Montreal was delayed, which means I’d miss my direct connection to Athens. 

By then, I had turn out to be tempted to simply get a flight again dwelling — I used to be nonetheless within the U.S. in any case. However, I made it to Montreal, simply with a later flight that might take me to Frankfurt earlier than Athens. In fact, that flight was delayed.  On high of that, a household of 4 needed to be deplaned on the tarmac. Nonetheless, I believed I’d make my subsequent connection, however I didn’t. My shock six hours in Germany was not the enjoyable time it might’ve been. I needed to re-enter safety, the place they thought I had explosives in my backpack. I ultimately made it to the airport in Athens practically twelve hours later than deliberate.

This was my first journey overseas, and I believed to myself, “a minimum of my journey dwelling can not get any worse.” Worst it did–I ended up caught in Germany for 3 days. Enjoyable highlights: a humiliating try at getting a taxi, brushing my tooth with hand cleaning soap, a three-hour-long line to rebooked a flight that ended up being canceled. My remaining journey by way of the Frankfurt airport (the one stamps on my passport are 4 from right here) noticed each certainly one of my three luggage and my physique went off by way of safety, along with a random secondary safety verify ready on the gate. As soon as I lastly made it to Chicago, one flight away from dwelling, one other three-hour-long line by way of customs resulted in me operating by way of O’Hare with untied sneakers and 5 minutes to board. I lastly acquired dwelling in mid-July, however my suitcase remains to be misplaced within the ether. 

General, my examine overseas expertise was overwhelmingly optimistic — together with my COVID-19 check.

–Abigail Dixon


Eda Aker covers Yale Regulation College and writes for WKND. She is a sophomore in Timothy Dwight Faculty majoring in World Affairs.


Abigail Dixon is a workers reporter for WKND. Coming from Kentucky, she is a sophomore in Pierson Faculty majoring in Humanities.

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