Well, I thought I'd been released from airport purgatory and gone to "Heaven" when I discovered that not only was I in business class, but I was in the upper "bubble" on the 747 (a place I've never seen before) with 21 other passengers - complete with completely relaxing seats with a massage function, free champagne, a hot towel, free pajamas, and other amenities that we who fly in economy didn't even know were available. However, the promise of airport "Heaven" was short-lived. After two and a half hours, we were told to disembark and head back to the Qantas lounge. There were fueling problems and a loose panel on the wing.
So, I'm back in the lounge longing to be anywhere but here - knowing that it will now be impossible for me to make my next two connecting flights, and desiring to be home where I belong, with my wife and children.
Airport time, of course, is different than normal time. The captain tells you something will be 10 minutes, and 30-40 minutes later he comes on again with another update. And the lack of communication about what is really taking place is something found only in the airline industry. Therefore, we have no idea when we'll be flying out. It could be a couple hours. It could be four hours. It could be tomorrow. Sydney Airport has a flying curfew. No planes can depart or arrive between midnight and 6 a.m. to reduce noise in Sydney at night. So, if the problem isn't taken care of in the next five hours, we'll be here overnight.
As difficult as it is, I'm trying to offer my sufferings up for the woman sitting next to me. Her father passed away this past weekend and she's trying to make it to Dallas for the visitation on Wednesday and the funeral on Thursday. It's at times like this when you realize just how far away Australia is from the rest of the world. If you would, please say a prayer that this woman can make it home for her father's wake and funeral.
-- Tim Drake