Last flight was a couple of years ago, for a funeral. I flew, to save time. Flight up was fine, no probs, TSA people were polite, flights were ontime, they even upgraded my rental car. I said, "Hmmm. Been awhile since I've flown, maybe things are looking up, here."
Coming home, though, was a different story. In short, between cancelled flights and re-routes, my travel day home was 16 hours. Would have taken me 18 hours to drive.
Lesson learned.
I like being able to stop when I want, eat when I want, and take a break without some boring person in the seat next to me.
I talk here, it is how we communicate online. I can drive hundreds of miles and say nothing. Music is calm yet stimulating enough not to put me to sleep. I don’t like going the same way there as I come back...it just makes sense not to be so stressed out. Of course, it means avoiding big cities and all that hoopla...and trouble.
Yes, I has some of those times traveling that driving would have taken same amount of time. Yes, you get tired but it seems worth it to me. At least my clothes didn’t go missing.
You remind me of a friend who went to her hometown of Allentown, PA from Pittsburgh — usually about an hour flight. Well, there was massive fog east of Pittsburgh to the coast. Could not land in Allentown, so they tried Philadelphia. No luck. Tried Syracuse. No luck. Finally, my friend’s plane landed in Baltimore where the passengers were bused to Allentown. That hour flight ended up being about 18 to 20 hours.
From then on, whenever my friend would fly to Allentown, I would joke that I hope she didn’t have to stop in Havana first.