Remember these things? This is the carbon of the second half of our trip of Guam – Tokyo – Seoul – Hong Kong – Taipei – Manila – Guam.
Filled up both cars with gas: I had January’s 700 points that I had to use by today or lose it. I also used up the 800 points that I had accumulated in February. One of those cars is going on an overnight trip tomorrow. I have an ambitious goal of 14 post offices between Sunday and Monday on the way back.
Like last January’s trip to Santa Fe, I flew. I’ve got all-weather tires on the GTI, but if I were to have to drive through a real storm somewhere along the 4- or 5-day trip either way, they might not be good enough. They were fine for about 5 miles of slushy roads in Utah back in early December, but even if they can handle that weather, that many miles of heavy blowing snow creeping along on an interstate, I thought taking to the skies was the way to go.
Unlike last time’s direct flight on Alaska Air, I had a two-hop trip on Southwest. Southwest doesn’t fly direct to ABQ, and I had to use my vouchers from the two flights I cancelled during the government shutdown. That was two separate flights because of the 2-day stay in Vegas to see The Wizard of Oz at the Sphere, so they turned into 2 one-way flights between PDX & ABQ.
2007 days as a matter of fact since I last flew on a airplane. I ponied up the big bucks for a 1st class ticket and when I choose seats I picked a window seat. Because of the smaller plane and the configuration, that window seat was also an aisle seat. Perfect for solo traveler me.
I’ll quote from that earlier trip here because it was also a 1st class ticket and matched today’s experience:
The 1st class pluses were both the seats and snacks were a lot nicer than coach, also your drink came in an actual glass instead of plastic.
…the included meal service was served in real dishes with real metal utensils. While the food wasn’t restaurant quality it was pretty good. The pre-meal snack was a serving of mixed-nuts, but not just a little foil packet of them, it was a small ceramic dish of heated ones.
The nicest thing about 1st Class experience is the boarding. It is great that you get on first, but the only having to wait for like maybe 6 other people to move before you are on the jet way heading into the terminal is the bomb.
So, all in all, spending 1.7 times the cost of a coach ticket to get nicer boarding, snacks and seats was worth it.
Next time we drive…
Our flight home from the northwest started very early Monday morning or very late Sunday night, east coast time. We went to bed at the Portland Airport Hampton Inn at about 7 PM on Sunday night with a 2:00 AM Monday wake-up call because we had a 5:00 AM departure time on an American Airlines 737-800. We woke up on our own at about 1:30 and just decided to get the trip started.
We got to the airport at around 2:00 and it was a ghost town. Fortunately the Hampton Inn Desk Clerk warned us it would be that way. He told us the gate agents wouldn’t even open up until 3:00 AM and TSA wouldn’t start up until 4:00, so we found a couple of seats and got comfortable.
At 3:00 we got in line to check our bags. When that was done the agent told us that TSA didn’t start until 4:00 on our departure concourse, but on D & E they had 24 hour service so we could go though security there and just walk back to our gate on C concourse. So that’s what we did and then we found a couple of seats and got comfortable.
Boarding the plane went smoothly, but after we backed away from the gate and got on a taxiway, we came to a stop. The pilot came on the PA and said something about a center fuel pump and getting a technician to maybe cycle a circuit breaker. So they found us a different gate to park at while maintenance was called to trouble shoot the problem. Two hours later we left our plane and walked to the neighboring gate to begin the boarding process all over again. We rolled back from our second gate in our second plane 3 hours past our scheduled time. I wonder if American could still count this flight as being on time since we did in fact roll from our original gate at the correct time…
Those 3 extra hours in Portland greatly outstripped our 1-1/2 hour layover in Dallas. Once the airline’s app on my phone knew we were not going to make our Dallas to Augusta flight it offered up several options for other flights. Unfortunately they were all listed as for the next day, Tuesday. Turns out there is only one direct flight between DFW and AGS per day, so I picked that one rather than and earlier flight that stopped in Charlotte where we’d change planes to fly to Augusta.
On arrival at Dallas we sought out a customer service person to see about a voucher for a couple meals and a hotel room. (I’ll skip the whole finding the customer service counter fiasco in an unfamiliar airport thing.) The person we did find was very helpful and said she could get us home today, but we would have to go to Charlotte first. The CLT flight was going to be first class (like we paid for), but the AGS trip would be in coach. She couldn’t get us seated next to each other on either flight either, but we figured during boarding we could work a swap with someone. We were ready to be home, so we said we’d take it.
When we got to the gate for the Dallas to Charlotte, the departure time was pushed out a couple hours. While annoying, it wasn’t as bad as the Portland to Dallas delay. We had a long layover in CLT, so the delayed DFW departure just shifted the layover to Dallas. When we boarded our plane in DFW, Donna asked the fellow on her aisle seat if he would swap for an aisle seat two rows back so we could sit together, he agreed.
When we got to Charlotte, the sun was going down on Monday. We had enough time to use the rest rooms and walk slowly to the gate. The flight to Augusta was scheduled to board at 10:00 PM, which was 24 hours since we had woke up in Portland. I was in row 9 at a window seat next to a blind guy I had to crawl over to get in, because he had his headphones on and ignored my tapping on his shoulder. Donna was in row 7 just in front of a noisy, anxious kid. When they closed the aircraft door, Donna could see that the last row of first class was empty, so she called over the flight attendant and asked to get us moved. At first, she didn’t want to do it, but when Donna told her we paid for first class tickets for the whole journey and it was the airline’s fault we were inconvenienced, she relented. So I crawled back over my blind guy and Donna squeezed by her seat neighbor and we settled into some bigger seats right next to each other.
The topper on the travel day was of course our luggage was not on the carousel at AGS. The “Track Your Baggage” section of the American Airlines app, told me that one of the bags was in Charlotte and the other was still in Dallas. The friendly baggage guy filled out the forms on the computer and told us that more than likely we would get our bags on Tuesday. A quick check of the time showed that what he meant to say was later that day, as it was already 12:15 AM on Tuesday. We walked through the nearly deserted airport parking lot to get in the Mini for the drive home. It passed through the 33,000 mile mark somewhere on the trip.
Twenty-eight hours after we woke up in a Portland, Oregon hotel room, we climbed into our own bed in Aiken, South Carolina.
About 10 hours later the two suitcases were delivered to our door. Looking at the airport stickers on the luggage, it seems like the big bag made a quick trip to Las Vegas before coming home. I’d ask what the deal was, but you know what they say – What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
For only the second time ever, we have flown somewhere 1st Class. The first was 40 years ago and the only reason we had the privilege then was because we were flying from Guam to Connecticut because my Mom was very sick and that was the first flight out. This time it was intentional.
And for the first time in a long time we opted to fly out of Augusta instead of Atlanta or Charlotte. This was intentional too, as the additional cost of the extra hop was a lot cheaper than the cost of gas for the drive, the 2 weeks of parking and the hotel stay near the airport at the bigger city.
The experience didn’t start out too first class though. When we scanned Donna’s boarding pass for seat 2D, the gate agent said hold on, we have to move you, that seat is broken. So we stood around for about 15 minutes while most of the rest of the passengers loaded. Finally, her seat was changed to 3C which was right behind my 2C. When we boarded, she said, “You take 3 and I’ll sit in 2.” I guess she figured, that way she wouldn’t have to sit next to some stranger. Turns out, she needn’t have worried, seat 3D was broken too. While not ideal, we both did get a little extra room to stretch out on the 1-1/2 hour flight. The 1st class pluses were both the seats and snacks were a lot nicer than coach, also your drink came in an actual glass instead of plastic. No real minuses except for the broken seat snafu.
On the Dallas to Portland leg there were no seat issues, so we did get to sit next to each other this time. Because of the longer trip and larger cities served the plane was substantially larger, so the seats were larger and nicer. Our included meal service was served in real dishes with real metal utensils. While the food wasn’t restaurant quality it was pretty good. The pre-meal snack was a serving of mixed-nuts, but not just a little foil packet of them, it was a small ceramic dish of heated ones.
The nicest thing about 1st Class experience is the boarding. It is great that you get on first, but the only having to wait for like maybe 6 other people to move before you are on the jet way heading into the terminal is the bomb.
So, all in all, was spending 1.7 times the cost of a coach ticket to get nicer boarding, snacks and seats worth it …. maybe.