03-29-2015, 01:37 PM
Oh Boy!
I have a story for this thread
Back in the day (When there was still a country called Yugoslavia) I was visiting my brother and his wife in Rome with my 2 year old daughter. I was living in Greece at the time.
I wanted to fly home to the USA for a visit with my daughter. It was January. My brother and wife decided i had to use this "great cheap flight" that they had used on a Yugoslavian airline called Jat. I went to the center of Rome to go to this special student travel agency that my brother and wife sweared by to book my flight. Perhaps this method of traveling is good for students, but it was another story for a mother with a small child. We were young and didn't know better.
So the flight started in Rome and then it flew to Belgrade with two other stops in Yugoslavia before arriving in Belgrade. The plane was old and grotty. As we approached the first landing in Yugoslavia the plane started shaking uncontrollably and all the gas masks popped out of their compartments. I came close to peeing my pants. We were told no worries. We did land safely, but it sure was frightening. We put away our gas masks and took off again. We went through the shaking and gas masks expelling two more times before deplaning in Belgrade.
In Belgrade they bused us to a dark dingy hotel where cockroaches scurried from the bathroom when you turned on the light. There, we spent the night, and they woke us up bright and early (oh wait it was still dark) for a 6am flight. It was snowing out and as soon as we arrived they told us our flight was delayed. (why oh why didnt they let us sleep in - my daughter was CRANKY) We spent 11 hours waiting to fly to New York. What a horrible day that was with a two year old child and terrible airport food.
The entire trip home was a disaster. There was another snow storm in NY so we had to fly to another airport while our ride was waiting at the first one. Next, after a long wait to get picked up, our 3 hour drive became a six hour drive due to snow.
The story goes on and on - we flew to LA - Atlanta and back to Boston visiting friends and family. Every flight was delayed and messed up. At Logan, my daughter got her little hand caught in the conveyor belt giving her Teddy Bear back pack a ride, while airport security was making me remove all of my bangle bracelets. She got a pretty bad friction burn but we had to get on the plane as it was the last flight allowed to leave logan that day (snow again). I did not know how bad the injury was until we were in the air. I should have gotten medical attention and held the airline responsible. She was in so much pain she threw up all over herself and i had to strip off her clothes and wrap her in an airport blanket. Meanwhile, in LA, my sister was an hour late as our flight was rushed and arrive an hour early. Ill never forget carrying my two year older in a t shirt and undies around in that blanket, along with a smart cart of luggage, afraid to go inside so we wouldn't miss my sister. (no cell phones back then)
By the time we finally got back to our little Greek Island I vowed never to leave again.
I have a story for this thread
Back in the day (When there was still a country called Yugoslavia) I was visiting my brother and his wife in Rome with my 2 year old daughter. I was living in Greece at the time.
I wanted to fly home to the USA for a visit with my daughter. It was January. My brother and wife decided i had to use this "great cheap flight" that they had used on a Yugoslavian airline called Jat. I went to the center of Rome to go to this special student travel agency that my brother and wife sweared by to book my flight. Perhaps this method of traveling is good for students, but it was another story for a mother with a small child. We were young and didn't know better.
So the flight started in Rome and then it flew to Belgrade with two other stops in Yugoslavia before arriving in Belgrade. The plane was old and grotty. As we approached the first landing in Yugoslavia the plane started shaking uncontrollably and all the gas masks popped out of their compartments. I came close to peeing my pants. We were told no worries. We did land safely, but it sure was frightening. We put away our gas masks and took off again. We went through the shaking and gas masks expelling two more times before deplaning in Belgrade.
In Belgrade they bused us to a dark dingy hotel where cockroaches scurried from the bathroom when you turned on the light. There, we spent the night, and they woke us up bright and early (oh wait it was still dark) for a 6am flight. It was snowing out and as soon as we arrived they told us our flight was delayed. (why oh why didnt they let us sleep in - my daughter was CRANKY) We spent 11 hours waiting to fly to New York. What a horrible day that was with a two year old child and terrible airport food.
The entire trip home was a disaster. There was another snow storm in NY so we had to fly to another airport while our ride was waiting at the first one. Next, after a long wait to get picked up, our 3 hour drive became a six hour drive due to snow.
The story goes on and on - we flew to LA - Atlanta and back to Boston visiting friends and family. Every flight was delayed and messed up. At Logan, my daughter got her little hand caught in the conveyor belt giving her Teddy Bear back pack a ride, while airport security was making me remove all of my bangle bracelets. She got a pretty bad friction burn but we had to get on the plane as it was the last flight allowed to leave logan that day (snow again). I did not know how bad the injury was until we were in the air. I should have gotten medical attention and held the airline responsible. She was in so much pain she threw up all over herself and i had to strip off her clothes and wrap her in an airport blanket. Meanwhile, in LA, my sister was an hour late as our flight was rushed and arrive an hour early. Ill never forget carrying my two year older in a t shirt and undies around in that blanket, along with a smart cart of luggage, afraid to go inside so we wouldn't miss my sister. (no cell phones back then)
By the time we finally got back to our little Greek Island I vowed never to leave again.